Down that long and winding road as a struggling singer, songwriter, and performer I must have asked the question a thousand times. God, why do I have a teaching degree? What was THAT six years of my life all about? Why had I persevered through those years in school while working full-time, raising a son, and going through a divorce right in the middle of it all, only to have a teaching degree that I didn’t use?
In fact, for the last 12 years since graduation from the University of Southern Indiana, I really didn’t have a desire to teach. I had experienced enough success and encouragement along the way as a singer, songwriter and speaker to believe that it was still possible to eventually earn a decent living speaking, singing and writing songs.
We had always “survived” in spite of the fact that my side business as a landscape contractor went down in flames with the housing market. I continued to do side work, perform concerts large or small, as well as substitute teach in the winter months to make up financially for the ebb and flow of my concert schedule and small royalty checks. Shana was earning a decent salary as an English teacher with her master’s degree and that gave us some sense of bill paying consistency while we continued to hope for that big break in my music career.
In 2011 a big “break” came. But not the break anyone with big dreams who has just moved to a new city hopes for. It was a break in our consistent paycheck-Shana’s. Our big break made us broke! When the school just outside of Nashville informed her after just one year that they could not bring her back , my questions of what those six years of school were all about were answered with a harsh dose of reality: so I could now get my teaching license in Tennessee and get a teaching job, like it or not.
Mr. Feldpausch’s Opus?
A few moments after I accepted a position at an elementary school in Nashville recently, the line from Mr. Holland in the movie, Mr. Holland’s Opus played in my head. “I never thought I’d be here, I only got a teaching certificate to have something to fall back on.”
The day after accepting the position, my new principal asked me if I was excited. She mentioned that I had a “glazed” look on my face! Of course I had a glazed look on my face. I was stunned that less than two years ago, I was rolling down the interstate in a Prevost tour bus with my band, a new single, and my picture in Country Weekly Magazine. Being in a classroom wasn’t even on my radar. I was making a life out of singing and songwriting.
Now I’m responsible for educating the children of sixteen families? Not only that, but I had to be there to do it by 7:30 in the morning? Who in the world gets up that early? Apparently teachers do!
Maestro!
Queue the orchestra now. Add a minor chord at just the right place and you’ll feel it too.
I took my guitar in on the first day, the second, and every day since. There it was –The Answer. It was probably about the third day in class when I heard the voices of those sixteen beautiful children, my sixteen children, singing back to me with confidence, a song I had written just for them the weekend before I met them for the first time. They were singing it to me and to each other. They had learned the song amazingly fast and their voices sounded wonderful singing it. It was priceless.
At that moment, I knew what those six years were all about. I knew without question what my childhood, raising my son through divorce, six trying years of college, years of persevering as an artist, and years of sharpening my songwriting skills were about.
Sixteen beautiful children.
Sixteen beautiful children I get to teach life skills and academics to.
Sixteen beautiful children I can teach to dream.
Sixteen beautiful children who will learn that there is such a thing as unconditional love.
Sixteen beautiful children who, when the year is over will believe that they were somebody’s passion.
Sixteen beautiful children who will learn that they were made for something amazing.
Sixteen beautiful children.
Proverbs 22:6 Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.
God saw me singing to those sixteen beautiful children sixteen tumultuous years ago, while in the middle of school, work, divorced, and caring for my son. That amazes me! It makes me excited at what else might be in store. How about you?
Imagine what he might have store for your dream. It may not be going as planned right now. “I can see the glazed look on your face!” If you’re dreaming His dream for your life, your dream will turn into something beautiful. Count on it!
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Stay the course – dream your dreams. With faith in the Creator and a lot of perseverance, there is always hope to see many of your dreams come true! – Joe







