We’ve known for months now that we are moving to Nicholas County West Virginia. Within the county there are two high schools, and therefore two separate communities that are options to go all in on and love. I have been praying for months that we would not have to choose, that the Lord would simply make only one a possibility. How could I possibly be asked to choose between two communities that I essentially know nothing about.

Big shock here: he made us choose, but I genuinely believe there was a purpose to having to choose. I am officially certified to teach special education in WV. I had hoped to get certified to teach math as well, but amidst the chaos of the pandemic that was not able to happen. Sure enough multiple special education jobs were posted within the county, including one at each high school. I went ahead and applied to both, praying that maybe someone else would apply as well and I still wouldn’t have to choose…. I quickly realized that was not going to happen.

Long story short, I had to choose: Nicholas County or Richwood? How do you choose between two things you know so little about? We decided to make the trip to see the schools and meet them in person. And of course, we loved them both. Nicholas County seemed like an incredible job, and reminded us so much of the high school we went to. It was comfortable and would be a great job! Richwood on the other hand just felt like home and the people I met instantly felt like family. 

The choice was clear, and now I’m left wondering: what if all along, the point was to choose? To be someone who would CHOOSE to walk into that school, that community and the lives of those kids. So excited to announce that I am officially going to be a Richwood Lumberjack!

Richwood, I choose you! You’ve got my heart, and I’m already beyond thankful for how y’all have welcomed me in with open arms!