Yesterday, I lost my job. I’ve tried to think of a different way to phrase it (‘let go’ sounds odd to me), but that seems the most succinct and gets right to the point.
It wasn’t really anyone’s fault; there were a number of circumstances, some I knew about, some I didn’t.
I guess it’s the kind of thing you never expect to happen to you, but it has happened to me. I don’t know what’s next. I don’t know what the plan is, what the next step is.
There’s no point pretending that’s not a little scary. But I also think it’ll be ok, because rather than choose to worry, I choose to hope in Jesus. He said not to worry, not to be anxious, that it would be ok. And whilst I don’t always find that the easiest thing to believe, I’m determined to choose hope.
The Beautiful Collision 