Yesterday, my husband was laid off.

Or fired, take your pick.  “Laid off” sounds so much more easygoing - but either way you slice it, it’s the same.

There were no warnings, no suspicions, no write ups.  Just, one day your boss is gushing over how great you are, and then after the weekend…he has to let you go.

Oh, but he’ll write you a stellar recommendation for any job - and he does really hope you bring the wife and girls back by to visit, because he’d really like that.  Well, you know what I’d like?

Anyways…

Right now, I’m trying to be grateful for the things we do have.  I’m trying my darnedest to see the silver lining and to not lose sight of the good things we still have in our lives.  I’m trying not to think about the fact that the baby will be here soon or another mortgage bill will come due soon.  I’m trying to remember that everything happens for a reason, and God will take care of us.  I’m trying to understand that as hard as this may be - that God had a different plan for us and it didn’t involve a job at a company that was just buying it’s time with investors as it was.

I’m trying.

We’ll get through this, we always do.  I know that.  And, I guess in the end, it’s the journey who makes us who we need to be.

I just wish mine involved themepark passes and ice cream cones.

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