I once held a nice corporate office job with great promise for
advancement. I began each day with hopes and prayers for high favor, future
promotions and success. I carefully had my future neatly mapped out in a
five-year plan. Then unexpectedly one morning, as I sat sipping coffee at my
desk, I was handed a pink slip. The company was out of funds, folding, and I was
out of a job.
Suddenly I found myself having fallen—from the land of high
hopes for a bright future into the land of "the least likely" for any future at
all. My days, once filled with encouraging words and events, now filled up with
calls from bill collectors and worries about not having enough to
eat.