The Layoff

I was laid off two weeks before Christmas with a mortgage and two kids in middle school. I was not a praying man but I was a desperate one, and desperate people do things they would not otherwise do. I prayed every morning for thirty days — not for a specific job, just for provision, for direction, for the next right step. On day thirty-one I got a call from a company I had applied to six months earlier and all but forgotten. The hiring manager apologized for the delay and offered me a position at a salary forty percent higher than what I had been making. My wife said I seemed too calm through the whole month. I told her I was not calm — I had just given it somewhere to go.