Guess gee-golly what, Bobby?  I have some good news, don't-cha know?  I went to my interview last Friday, pressed, dressed, carressed by the Word.  I was ready to go!  I drove to the Elementary school, and as I was getting out of the car, I could hear the Lord's voice so near, "Take a deep breath, you're alright. " As I was approaching the doors of the school, he said, "I am proud to present you."  While I was waiting for them to call me to the backroom for the interview, he said, "You are a daughter of the Most High."  These three things I held on to tightly.  God was asking me to relax, take confidence and heart and him, and was telling me that he was proud of me and that I belonged to Him.  This made it quite a bit easier to sit back.  When they called me in, I was asked to sit down at table where already seated was the Principal, School Counselor, the 4th grade teacher I was being interviewed to replace and another teacher.  They introduced themselves and told me what the interview was specifically for.  It was for a fourth grade teaching position, which I already knew, but I did not know it was for the remainder of this school year and the following school year.  I felt like I should just go along with the interview.  I knew if God wanted me to do this, I would get it.  If not, no.  At the first of it, I was a bit nervous, and my brain was telling my mouth to say the cool things it was thinking, but it did not come out so well.  After about a minute or two, it picked up and I felt such a grace to give such "Miss America" answers.  Meaning, they asked all kinds of questions about student/teacher/parent scenarios, standardized testing, inner-city students and my experience, my teaching and discipline styles, reaching individual students, etc.  The Lord gave grace to my lips and I was speaking and some of the most enjoyable answers came out.  They were writing away and taking notes furiously as I spoke.  At the conclusion of the interview, they said, "Thank you, Jodie, and we will contact the candidates on Monday and inform them of the status of the position."  I walked to the car in such a confidence of God that I could have skipped like Little Red Riding Hood.  Seriously.  He had a special cloak on me.  It was nuts.   I was driving home, reminding myself of the importance of resting in Him, like I told you guys earlier.  When I went home, I started trying to analyze it, and I told myself to stop, and remain underneathe the shadow of His wings.  I told the Lord, I don't know if you want me at this school, if you do, give me the job, and if not, I don't even want it.  But I had such a good feeling, such a prominent peace.  The craziest thing happened next, I layed down on the sofa and fell into such a deep sleep.  I usually wake up to anything, I'm such a light sleeper.  It's like the Lord LITERALLY had me rest in Him.  I woke up to my cell phone ringing at about 2:30PM.  It was the counselor of the school.  "May I speak to Jodie Varghese?"  "This is Varghese," I said, because I was so disoriented.  Hilarious!  "Ms. Varghese, we would like to offer you the 4th grade teaching position at our school, are you still interested?"  Of course, I was.  I had to find out how to do a backflip or something quick.  I was major-ly happy.  They couldn't even wait until Monday!  God is magnificent!  So, I am a 4th grade teacher starting the 25th of February.  Yeehaw!  This here is a picture of my 2nd grade students that I student taught in Mesquite 2 years ago.  Just thought I'd celebrate children with a picture of some of my old students.  Cutsies they are.