We never saw it coming.
My husband had been working for the State of Michigan for 14.5 years. Early into his employment there, numerous times his position teetered on the chopping block of cut-backs. Somehow – but God – he remained employed.
Last month it happened. With very little warning, he was given the notice. His job had survived the cut-backs, but he didn’t. The position of another employee with more seniority was eliminated – and she bumped my husband out of his.
For the first time in 38 years, he doesn’t have a job.
Too young to draw off the 401k or dip into the Roth IRAs, and too old to look like a fresh face in an interview.
But God. This caught us flat-footed, but it didn’t surprise our Lord. “For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.” We don’t know where we’re going. We don’t know His plans. Yet. But we are secure in the knowledge that He has them and that He will direct our paths.
In the meantime, we throw spaghetti against the wall, applying for jobs wherever we find them, and rest assured that He will open the right doors in the fullness of His time.