It could have been a hard year. My job was eliminated in May and I hadn’t had to look for work in 34 years. In fact the last time I had really looked for a job was when I was graduating from college.
Yes it could have been a hard year and I could have joined the legions of long-term unemployed. But it wasn’t.
Rather, I was blessed.
Blessed to have a friend who daily touched and touches me with love and encouragement.
Blessed to have a friend who critically scoured and ruthlessly destroyed the first drafts of my resume’ and helped me craft a solid representation of my professional accomplishments and capability.
Blessed to have a job search coach who showed me that I already had a new job, one in project management. The project? Find a new permanent, full-time, job.
Wind at my back I posted my resume’ to linkedin and applied to a few jobs. Within two days I had three phone interviews. One led to my new job.
I was unemployed for a scant nine weeks.
Sure my wife and I were uprooted. We moved from Chandler, Arizona to Clifton Park, New York. And that could have been messy. But it wasn’t.
Again, I was blessed.
Our home in Arizona sold and closed in less than four weeks. We were able to select a new home during a week-long house hunting trip (we are building a new house). And I was able to find a suitable rental home the weekend I arrived in New York.
So what could have been a hard year, in retrospect, has been a year of blessing. It is as if changing jobs was His plan and all I needed to do was trust.
It could have been a hard year. Instead I have a job I thoroughly enjoy, we are living in a beautiful part of the country, and will soon have a new house just the way we want it. We have our health. And I still have the daily love and encouragement of my best friend.
For this I give thanks…to an awesome God who sees that my path is set forth, and has given friends that I never tread that path alone.
It could have been a hard year. But it wasn’t. It was perhaps my best year ever.