What was your dream job as a child?

“Lord, I give her to you. Whatever you want.” So many times I heard this prayer from my mother; especially on the Missions Emphasis services. I’m sure she thought the Lord would shoot me over to the Jungle or Dessert on the other side of the world.

How relaxed she must have felt when she decided I would be a great nurse! Maybe ever here in the USA. Anyway nurse I was going to be. Continued all through the Cherry Ames years. So I thought I would be a nurse.

I’m not real sure when that goal changed, but I do feel confident of why it was changed. I’ve blogged before about my family’s belief about working on Sunday. Daddy wouldn’t do it. Not unless the ox was in the ditch. Nurses have to live life as if the ox is in the ditch throughout their carriers.

I’ve blogged before about the experience of working on Sunday but refusing the pay. I guess the Lord observed that act and decided I was serious! So somewhere along those first college years, my dream changed. I realized I was a teacher. Couldn’t teach yet, but I’d better get ready!

My dream. My heart. My love. My kids.



About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Cassia says:

    A beautiful reflection on how God guides us in his perfect timing and perfect way. Thank you for sharing!

  2. Teaching is one (of a few) specific jobs that can only be done well by those born to do it. You cannot be trained to touch children’s hearts and inspire their minds, IMHO. ❤

  3. Oneta, I used to envy people who knew their “calling” from the beginning, but I have come to realize that we can be called to more than one thing. I don’t think I would have done well doing the same thing my whole adult life. I have too many interests and too many things I want to try.
    I wrote a little piece many years ago when it seemed I had been released from an assignment, and I felt the Lord was finished using me. The piece was called “Revelation in the Rain.” As I watched the raindrops falling, I imagined where they were going. Some would water gardens and become part of flowers. Some would quench the thirst of a runner and later cool him off after run as it’s taken back to the air. In the same way, the Lord can use us in one place, then take us somewhere else.
    During another season I asked the Lord what part of the Body of Christ I was. He answered (I believe) that I was a blood cell – same concept, always on the move, serving in different places. It’s humbling, because there are so many of us, and the body can give a pint of blood and survive just fine. But then I remembered He said, “The life is in the blood.” 😉

    • oneta hayes says:

      Wonderful truth. When I was teaching, I could not see myself as anything except a classroom teacher; however, when retirement moved me from that career, I have moved from “glory to glory.” However, I do believe my love of teaching has been a strength in all. And I think my teaching will continue in heaven, and how exciting to learn as I am exposed to all those golden opportunities! I do not think we will “know” much more when we get to heaven than we know now. No, I’ll probably still have to have calculus lessons! 😀

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