When One Door Closes

 It is something that I had buried deep in the back of my mind; the possibility that I would be let go.  Since my dad’s retirement in January, things have changed.  The circumstances much different.  Still it’s a shock to the system.

I’m pretty sure I heard bubbles bursting of the plans I had for spending my tax return.  Instead I saw that money being transferred to my savings account. Padding the safety net should I not be able to find anything in this time frame.

I walked the hallway back to my desk willing myself not to cry, or scream for that matter.  I sent a group text to my parents and my brother to let them know of the news.  And then I did one of the most grown-up things I’ve done in a long time.  I sent an email seeking prayers from the members of my small group from church.

In years past, I probably would have went straight to Facebook with the news, spewing angry words and frustration.  This time, I was humble enough to seek help in the only way I knew people could.  Prayer.

There are many jobs listed under my work history on my resume, but they were all obtained while gainfully employed by another.  I’ve never been under the gun to find something and definitely not in an economy that is struggling.

I’m going to be honest.  I’m scared and I’m a bit depressed.  Change is not easy and the anxiety of going from a comfortable, wear-jeans-to-work-if-I-want, no muss/no fuss kind of lifestyle of work for four years to the unknown is freaking.me.out!

I know the situation could be much worse and that my boss is being very generous to give me the span of a month to try to find something.  I also know and keep reminding myself, it’s in God’s hands.

You might not know me (Hi, I’m Bree), or maybe we’ve chatted through the comment section or on social media.  Maybe we’re neighbors or you’ve watched me interpret in church.  Whoever you are, I humbly come before you as well, wondering if you would be willing to say a prayer that a door would open up that is pleasing to God and myself?  But most of all, that the other doors of opportunity, that would be easy to fill, would close.

It’s like this; I know that I have a great and mighty God that already has something cooking for me.  I’m just afraid that I’ll order off the Mexican menu when it was really Chinese that he had prepped for.

Thanks friends!  And if there is anything that I can be praying about for you, please let me know.  I’d like to think this is a community where we can come together to support one another through the thick and thin of life.  Blessings!

Has there ever been a time when a door closed unexpectedly on you?  How did you react?