Then God moved me. Literally. He took me far away from home to South Korea. And in that foreign land, where nothing looked or sounded familiar, He began something new in me. I started teaching kindergarten. And surprisingly, it was fun. I enjoyed it. There was a lightness to it, a joy that awakened something inside me. I began to look forward to seeing the children every day. Their little faces, their curious minds, their unfiltered laughter—it all began to fill my heart in ways I didn’t think possible. Teaching became something I anticipated. I would go to bed wondering what the next day would hold, not in dread but in excitement. It felt fresh. It felt like I was tasting the beginning of something beautiful.
In Uganda, I had stood in classrooms. I had interacted with children. But something had always felt heavy, as if I was carrying a burden that wasn’t mine. In Korea, I felt like I had found a rhythm. I found joy. I started to believe that maybe, just maybe, I could make a life out of teaching. Kindergarten teaching, of all things. The thing I had never wanted to do was now something I loved.
It isn’t always perfect. There are days when I question myself. There are times when a child will cry uncontrollably and I won’t know what to do. There are moments when the language barrier makes me feel like an outsider in the very classroom I’m meant to lead. There are days when I’m exhausted, when I feel inadequate, when I wonder if I’m really making any difference at all. But even in those moments, I feel God gently reminding me of the joy. The laughter. The tiny victories. The child who finally says thank you without being prompted. The one who remembers yesterday’s song. The hug from a child who once kept their distance. These little moments add up, and they keep me going.
I’m reminded of the words in Zechariah 4:10: “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” Teaching these young children may seem small to some. It may look like playtime, like coloring books and alphabet songs. But in these small beginnings, something sacred is growing. I am being shaped just as the children are. God is doing a work in me, even as I try to do a work in them. Every letter we learn, every story we read, every song we sing—it’s not just a lesson for the children. It’s a reminder for me that God is still writing my story.
Teaching kindergarten has made me more patient. It has made me softer. It has made me laugh more, even when I don’t feel like it. It has taught me how to communicate beyond words, through tone, through posture, through love. Sometimes, when words fail, I find myself just sitting with a child, letting them cry, patting their back gently until they’re ready to try again. And in those moments, I think of Jesus. I think of how He welcomed the little children when others tried to push them away. “Let the little children come to me,” He said, “and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these” (Mark 10:14). In those words, I find purpose. In those words, I find peace.
I never thought I would enjoy teaching. I never imagined that little hands and loud voices could bring so much joy into my life. But here I am, waking up each day in a foreign land, looking forward to seeing my students, wondering what new adventure we will have. It’s strange how life unfolds. It’s even stranger how God takes what we once dreaded and turns it into our joy. I didn’t find teaching. It found me. Or maybe God placed it in my path in such a way that I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
And perhaps this is what walking with God looks like—not always having a grand vision, but simply saying yes to the next step. I said yes to the opportunity to teach in Korea, not knowing that it would awaken a passion in me. I said yes to the classroom, and God said yes to the transformation of my heart.
Sometimes, I still get overwhelmed. Sometimes, I still wonder if I’m doing enough, being enough. But then I remember Paul’s words in 2 Corinthians 12:9: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” I am not a perfect teacher. I forget things. I make mistakes. But God’s grace is sufficient. His strength carries me when mine fails. His joy is my strength.
And now, when I think about the future, I’m beginning to dream differently. I used to dream of quiet jobs, behind-the-scenes roles, work that didn’t demand much of my emotions. Now, I imagine myself surrounded by children, singing songs, teaching letters, reading stories. I imagine a classroom full of life, of learning, of laughter. I imagine continuing to grow in this calling—not because it is easy, but because it is good. God has given me a new heart for teaching. A heart that delights in the chaos of a classroom. A heart that celebrates the small wins. A heart that is willing to try again even after a hard day.
I don’t know what lies ahead. I don’t know if I’ll teach in Korea forever, or if this is just one chapter in a larger story. But what I do know is that I have found something precious. I have found a calling wrapped in crayons and picture books. I have found ministry in tiny classrooms with colorful walls. I have found God’s presence in unexpected places—in a child’s laughter, in a classroom dance, in a whispered prayer before the school day begins.
And isn’t that the beauty of faith? That God meets us in places we never expected? That He turns the ordinary into sacred ground? That He uses little children to teach us the greatest lessons of love, patience, and joy?
I thank God for this new passion. I thank Him for the journey that brought me here, even the tired days in Uganda, because they helped me recognize the joy when it came. I thank Him for each student, for each lesson, for each opportunity to love and to grow. Teaching kindergarten wasn’t part of my plan, but it was part of God’s. And because of that, I step forward with confidence, with gratitude, and with joy. I may not have all the answers, but I know I am where I’m meant to be. And that, for now, is more than enough
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