It was just over a year ago on Monday, July 8, 2013, at 12:46 p.m. The last couple weeks at work had been difficult, as I was challenged to manage my office through the gauntlet of destruction that a difficult employee had created. My boss had set an appointment to come to my office from his headquarters in the Mid-West, and it was assumed he was allowing me the chance to restaff and get the office back on the up-and-up. What happened next was a massive pummeling that caught me from my blindside.
In my right hand I held my Rolodex. In my left, a cardboard box that previously held copy paper from Office Depot. As I stood on the street corner outside my old office, I stared into the box. The shirt from Liberty University, my seminary, that had been hanging on the wall 10-minutes ago, was stored along with my favorite coffee mug and my lighthouse calendar. On the top of the pile of personal belongings, staring back at me, was the picture of my family that had been attached to the top of my monitor.
How would I tell them? Their dad, a father of four and sole provider to a family of six, was now walking two miles to the bus stop and coming home without a job, a paycheck, or security. Why would dad be home tomorrow? What would happen now? Why did this happen? It was supposed to be a great day, highlighted with good meeting with the boss that would allow dad to expand and grow at work, but the ugly nature of office politics had raised its head, and I had no answers.
I’m not going to lie to you, it hurt—bad, and the pain kept coming.
After polishing my resume to show my 16-years experience in media, marketing, radio, print, newspaper, magazine, advertising, sales, social media, and web, I started looking for my next job. Over the next 6 months, I applied to more than a thousand positions and at the same time, I began a new collection that wreaked havoc on my internal self-worth.
The rejection letters began to show up just as fast as I could get the resumes out. One-by-one they came addressed to “Dear Applicant.” After six-months of job searching, I hit my knees.“Dear Lord, I have no clue what to do. How do I support my family? I have been trying to do things my way, and now, I fully surrender this to You. What do You want me to do?” Before I slept that night, His reassurance found me as He whispered, “Just watch this.”
The next morning, more details of God’s answer emerged.“Do what I’ve taught you to do, but now, do it for Me.” That’s where this newspaper, properly titled Life in His Hands, came from. Everything on my resume applies to this project, and now I work for Him (The best Boss ever).
In February, I started writing and designing our first issue. My unemployed pocket struggled to come up with the cash needed to print the paper, but the Lord provided. In March, we launched a website, one that was above my expertise to build, but again, the Lord provided. In June, with the newspaper still relying on my limited funds to survive, the Lord provided. As the responsibilities of this ministry have grown, I’ve asked God how I was supposed to do all of this, and He simply said again, “Just watch this.”
It seems that everyday God is putting someone new in the path of this ministry, someone who wants to help. I never turn down help, and God has provided where our needs have been. In May, God provided wonderful authors, Marina, Jamin, Andy, Ethel, and Ron, who have taken to our pages this month to bring you great stories about what God is doing in the Inland Empire and beyond. This July, God launched this ministry to the radio with a morning show at 7 a.m. Monday-Friday on KPRO 1570 AM. Additionally, we introduce two new members of our team, Alisa and Paul, who God has led to this ministry to help us obtain funding to continue.
If you were to ask me a year ago where I would be today, I wouldn’t have been able to give you an answer. But, If you would have asked God, He may have given you the answer He had planned all along.
I have no clue where this ministry will be in a year from now, but I trust in Jesus and in His word. Every time I pray for guidance for this ministry, God continues to come back with the same answer. “Just watch this.”