My Job

Those 2 words pretty much sum up why I have been MIA in the blogging world. Lately, I have been swamped at work and so tired when I come home that all I want to do is eat dinner and hang out with Clint. I don't even want to "look" at a computer after being on one all day. But, as crazy as it has been, I have loved every minute of it. Even dealing with hateful people at times. That's why I have been so sick the past week and a half.

When I started my job over a year ago, I signed a contract that stated I was hired with stimulus money received from the government. The contract was for 18 months and contingent upon funding. They did it could be longer if the money was there. If any of you work for a not for profit company, you understand. Anyway, I got word last week that our funding was low and we would be cutting back on our services to those seeking training. A red flag went up in my mind and I wondered if my job was going to be on the chopping block along with the programs we were halting. I have been deeply concerned. Especially, since my job is working with job seekers. I know better than anyone how tough the current economic situation is, at least in this area. Coupled with the fact that it was a little over a year ago that I was unemployed for 6 months. It truly makes me sick to my stomach to even think about having to look for another job. But, mostly, I have been so sad because I LOVE my job. I have found my niche with this type of work. I know now that I am a humanitarian at heart and desire to help people. I could care less about having a "prestigious" position at a big name company or working some job only for a killer paycheck. The feeling of making a difference in someone is unmatchable. I don't even mind all the paperwork (most days!). That's why for the first time this past Monday, I was dreading going to work. Not because of the mounds of files I would have to process that day or the hundreds of phone calls I would have to return. But because I was fearful I wouldn't get to do all of it.

Thankfully, I have an amazing husband who constantly reminds me that the Lord has taken care of us so far and not to worry. We both know that His plan is where we want to be and if it means me going through another period of unemployment then so be it. I wonder sometimes about my clients who don't have Faith. How in the world they make it through their hard times and depression from their job loss? They never have that sense of peace that only comes from Him. How sad for those who form their whole identity around their occupation. It can be taken from you so quickly and for those people, their identity is gone in an instant.

Today, I got as much confirmation from my boss as she could give me at this time. She informed me that as of now, her plan is to fight to keep me on board. And that hopefully, even if there is a layoff, that I won't be one of them. Her words did ease my heartburn some, but I had already found peace this morning when I found the verse below while doing my devotions. I know that if I do my part and be as prepared as possible, then God will be faithful.
" Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you." ~1 Peter 5:7