When I met my husband he was getting a Bachelor's degree in Graphic Arts (Printing) Management. He was also working full-time at a local golf course as the head assistant professional.
He had been working through the PGA program to become a golf professional. After completing the program he would have been able to run a golf course anywhere in the US. He fully intended to make a living in the golf industry until he retired. He was only getting his bachelor's degree so that he would have something to fall back on. Little did he know just how much that degree would mean through the years.
My husband had passed a playing test and various other tasks on his way to becoming a professional. After taking the final test he needed to become a PGA professional, he found out he failed. None of us like to fail, but my husband absolutely cannot stand to fail. A few months later he took the test again. He raised his score only to find out that the PGA raised the number needed to pass. When he took the test for the third time he was able to raise his score yet again. However, he found out that the PGA had once again raised the number needed to pass. He was not allowed to take the test again without starting the program over.
Why would the PGA raise the score needed to pass their test twice in six months? I truly believe it was because God had other plans for my husband than to manage a golf course. Sometimes God answers with a "yes", other times with a "wait", and sometimes, as in this case, He answers with an emphatic "NO!"
By this time my husband had no idea what was going to happen with the rest of his life.
Less than a month after he got the news about his test our phone rang. I will never forget that morning. You see, I had just graduated from college and was hoping to find a teaching job. A local high school principal was on the other end of that phone call and I thought maybe I was going to be interviewed for a position. When he asked for my husband I was a little confused.
I ran out to our garage, in my nightgown, to hand the phone to my husband. When the conversation had ended my husband told me that the principal wanted to interview him for a graphic arts teaching position.
My husband was offered the job and got a teaching license for people who have a degree in a content area but do not have a teaching degree. He worked at that school for four years and loved every minute of it. He took many college classes during those four years to enhance his degree. However, when the school had to cut back their industrial arts programs my husband was let go.
He took a position at a local prison as a teacher to the inmates who were completing a special program. He went through training, but after three months the phone rang again. This time it was a high school principal from a different county who was in desperate need of a printing teacher well into the first semester of the school year.
My husband took the position and is still teaching printing at that school to this day.
Nearly four years ago my husband decided to get his master's degree. He finished the program in the early summer of 2007. He decided to then go through a graduate program that would allow him to become a school administrator. I was so proud of him. He was able to get straight "A's" in both programs even though he was teaching full-time and we had three children, and added a fourth, during that time.
Two years ago he was close to finishing the program when he found out he would have to jump through some hoops before he could get his principal's license. You see the state decided that his vocational teaching license wasn't good enough. They wanted him to wait two years, do some extra paperwork, and then they would give him a standard teaching license. After that he would be able to apply for his principal's license.
Can I just say that, even though I am a positive person, it was so hard to watch my husband feel like he was going to have another dream crushed.
My husband is a wonderful teacher and I truly believed that he would be a great principal. I kept telling myself that this wasn't one of those "no" times, but a "wait" time.
Well, those two years have gone by fairly quickly, even though my husband might disagree.
Last week my husband found out that all of his hard work was going to pay off. When I opened the mailbox on Tuesday and found a large envelope I knew that God was finally saying "YES".
Who knew that one piece of paper could mean so much? I have no idea what will happen next. My husband is filling out applications and getting his resume up-to-date. I am not sure where God will lead us, but I can't wait to see what He has in store for my husband next.
I am linking this post to Finer Things Friday at The Finer Things in Life because being there for my husband through the highs and lows has truly been a finer thing.

One Piece of Paper