Attending Graduate School
In 1989 I became involved in the public school arena by volunteering in my children’s classrooms and later serving as a substitute teacher. We moved down from the mountains to my hometown so I could attend graduate school. My life became very busy. I was an instructional aide in the mornings, taught a disabled boy in the afternoons, and went to university classes two nights a week for six hours each.
My kids weren’t too happy about my busyness. I didn’t have time to bake bread and cookies anymore and dinners were not what they had been. It was a big push. I never had time to relax. In time, I updated my credential and began teaching part-time. A few years later, I decided to become a reading specialist, a two-year commitment of Monday night classes.
A Career Woman
I worked hard to become marketable. I hoped this would help me land a full-time teaching position and find a home for my professional career. By then, I was in my early forties and starting to feel like I was running out of time to establish a career in education. Then, finally, in 2004 I was hired full-time as a reading specialist for Hamilton Union Elementary School.
This was my favorite professional experience. Teaching involved reading intervention groups and also subsequent leadership opportunities. I directed seven aides, ran an assessment program, co-led a bully prevention program, and co-led a school wide intervention program. Budget cuts eventually necessitated a return to the regular classroom. By this time, I was writing a book, which was published in 2012.
Farming on the Side
As a side job, since 1996, I leased a 23-acre walnut orchard from my parents. The income the orchard generated aided me in funding a portion of my children’s university tuition. In addition, it helped keep the family afloat during the lean years. I farmed the orchard for twenty years.
Also I was very busy in the church in the AWANA ministry and children’s ministry. I was given the task of creating a women’s ministry during this time. I grew as my women grew with me. This time was enjoyable and rewarding.
Sadly, my 21 year marriage ended in 2002, but not without much pain, duress, hurt, and heartache for all of us. I have been a single parent ever since and have never remarried. A child custody battle ensued, which caused additional stress.
The Downward Slope
What follows from here on contains a brief description of my life’s ups and downs.
Over the course of the years many things would present difficulties in my life, which caused me much pain. In some of my writings, you observe me sharing the hard stuff and how God ministered to me through them. It does not seem appropriate to list them right now. Just know that I suffered much pain but never quit believing that God loved me. God always sustained me and sent people my way to befriend me. I am grateful for each one who had a part in my life.
There were a few major earthquakes. These I will mention in brief: I was abandoned two times. I lost a sibling to suicide. My mate didn’t stay true. I experienced the pain of unexpected job loss and hardship caused by job uncertainty. I experienced a breakdown. I went through the distress of an 18-month custody battle. This list in not exhaustive.
Hitting The Wall
Through it all, I would learn to lean hard on God’s ever-sufficient grace. Eventually, there came a time when I was in so much pain that I couldn’t bear up any longer. I hit the wall. And then another wall. And another. My recovery came in increments. Little by little, piece by piece, deep gut-wrenching letting go of all that had wounded me so I could look at it, see what it meant, and give it to God. I had to give it all to God to let Him take over and make me anew. It was the best thing I ever did.
He taught me to trust Him. He taught me that He is enough. I learned I could lean on Him in the direst of circumstances. God showed me His soft side. He kept me in the palm of His hand. He brought me new life out of an old, beaten, overwhelmed life. I found joy. I discovered peace. He raised me up. He made me whole. He showed me that my suffering was not for naught, it was for gain. God became very real to me and met my inner need.
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Go here to hear Norma’s Testimonial and how she recovered.
More next week.