Thursday, January 15, 2009

A voice is heard in Ramah

Every once-in-awhile, there are days that I wish I could just fast-forward through. Today was one of those days. My company was sold recently, and today was the day of the first round of layoffs. Thankfully, I already knew, with reasonable certainty, that I'd be spared this time. I also had a general idea of who would be let go. Let me tell you, I'm glad that I haven't had to look those people in the eye this past week. My boss wasn't so fortunate, and I know it was gut-wrenching for him to let those folks know that their services would no longer be required.

I am blessed to have a wife with a fantastic career, so I really wasn't fretting too much that we wouldn't be able to survive, if I did lose my job. I also have an optimistic streak, and faith in Jehovah Jireh, that wouldn't allow me to be crushed by a career set-back. Unfortunately, that isn't the case for several of my associates. I am praying about how I might be a blessing to one or more of those who have been let go.

We have worked with some of these people for many, many years- no matter which way I look at it, this just sucks. The company I work for used to be like a family. That has gradually been eroding for several years. We closed an office in Irvine awhile ago, followed by an office in Philly, and now our parent company has sold us to a competitor. I have no idea how I will fit in with the new organization. They seem ok with having me work remotely from my bunker in Nebraska. I just don't know if I want to be down here anymore...

Is this another nudge from God to hear a calling to something else? I wish I knew where this was heading.


A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more. --Jeremiah 31:15

1 comment:

Lael said...

There is nothing less comforting than someone who is not going through something, offering condolences for something you are. So when I write that I am sorry for your friends, believe me when I say that I am truly sorry for their pain and fear and hurt. I will pray for them. I will pray for you also. I think it might be time for you to come out of the bunker. I believe there is a book longing to be written somewhere. Maybe it's time?