“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?…So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6: 27, 31-34
Michael lost his job on Monday afternoon. We kind of saw the handwriting on the wall (restructuring), but overall are pretty glad that he doesn’t work for that company anymore. He’s such a trooper – I would have taken the next day to throw the biggest pity party, but not Michael – he was out the door by 10 AM in a suit, making calls and setting up meetings with some contacts. Today he’s brushing up his resume and going to explore more options. Who knows what the future holds for us, but we are confident that God will provide, and that a job change for Michael will be better for us in the long run. Kind of funny, though, how I thought subconsciously “that will never happen to us!” A blow to the pride, for sure, but what has our ego ever gained us?
I was browning some ground beef when he came home and told me that he was fired. I thought he was joking at first, and then reality set in: my husband no longer has a job. Just as things were finally settling down after a crazy year – selling our house in Des Moines, expecting our second child, moving, and now Michael was just done working in Des Moines after four months of us living (mostly without him) in Omaha. I didn’t need any more drama! We shed a few tears in disbelief – with Reese looking at us like we had lost our minds. After dinner, she asked me, “Mama, you crying?” I told her no, I was all done crying. She said, “OK, Mama, I not cry too.” Her adorable little way of comforting me! A timely reminder of what’s important, job or not.