I was 10, seated at a lunch table with my classmates. Mrs. McCaslin was my first teacher apart from my mother. I don’t know why she chose me that day. She leaned over from the far end of the table, with all my classmates and their half-eaten lunches in between to ask me a question I have never forgotten: “Christy, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I had recently asked my mother what kind of people they needed in missions. Putting it simply my mom said, "They always need nurses and teachers." I heard myself responding to Mrs. McCaslin, “I want to be a nurse, teacher missionary.” It was the first time I remember saying what I wanted to be. When I said it, I knew it was true. I never really got the nurse part, but a teacher I am! I remember the teachers God used in my life, the moments they seized to ask me questions and teach me faithfully. I remember how firmly that calling settled in my heart.
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