When I had to leave my former career as an international missionary leader (interspersed with jaunts as a pastor’s wife), I thought that God had forgotten…about what He had inspired me to do, what I had loved, what I’d given my life to for fifteen years. I lost so much: my role as an encourager of others, a thirteen-year marriage, a family with a dad, and my spiritual purpose.
I’ve spent the last eighteen years trying to figure out and redefine who the new JoDee is, and I admit I’ve entertained doubts that I’d ever find my way through this (my former story).
But in 2010, I realized that God didn’t forget. He just resurrected my aspirations in the hearts and lives of my children.
This became very apparent while reading the rough draft MBA application essays my son, Josiah, wrote. I blubbered through his words, “After graduating from UCLA, I realized that my mother’s dedication motivated me to succeed and inspired me professionally. What truly drives me is a desire to use my business acumen to empower international entrepreneurs seeking positive global impact.”
In 2010, I realized that my son shares my passion to help the unfortunate and is willing to commit his career to this aspiration. He even started a blog as part of this quest,
My daughter also has itchy feet and a heart for the underprivileged. Elya graduated from UCLA with a Global Studies major. She just returned from a fifteen-month trip volunteering in a Cambodian school and teaching English in Seoul, South Korea.
Last night she Skyped me from another city to ask for my advice about which of her novels she should finish first for the Writer’s Digest New York conference. We both read our Writer’s Digest Magazines while discussing possibilities.
I realized that although she is a unique person with her own dreams, she inherited my passions for travel, altruism, teaching, and writing.
No, God hasn’t forgot…He just reworked my original dreams in ways I never thought possible. And for that, I am truly thankful.