I haven't really figured out my plan for blogging yet and I've been doing it for years. I guess I like to keep it real--whether it be about my writing or the people who are part of it.
But I have to pause today to mention something that struck me sad again yesterday. Another group of people who used to work with my husband lost their jobs. Our own journey into this surreal world I wake to every day started in August of 2007. The few remaining workers who were sent away yesterday are now joining us in the search for worthwhile employment.
And it isn't over yet.
Until someone gets to the place in life where you question everything you once believed, empathy is laughable. Before this happened to us, I thought I understood how the people felt who my husband had to let go.
Now I know how it feels and my heart breaks for this new set of people who had to empty their desks and leave.
Here's where I get to the point. I don't know how many of the people who are losing their jobs know Jesus as their Savior.
I don't know how deep their faith is.
I don't know if they are praying and are being prayed for daily.
But I know this. They need all of the above if they are to survive. Because even with the armour of God, they will be attacked day in and day out.
It's a battle.
But it's a battle I intend to win.
Please pray today for the man or woman who is being told right now, " I'm sorry. You're through." Because really, they aren't. It's just the beginning.