Several days ago, my husband got word that he may be laid off soon. This is no shock for us. He has been a union pipefitter for years now and lay offs are part of the deal. Feast or Famine, as the saying goes. We knew this going in, and still signed on for it.
So when we got the news the other day, I immediately went into hunker down mode: Stop all unnecessary spending, Clip extra coupons, Try not to PANIC. I started saying a prayer that his job would be spared. And then I had to stop.
It felt wrong to pray for us. We have healthy, wonderful children. We have one another. I had recently seen the “tent cities” on the news. These are people, who have lost their homes and have no where else to go. They are living in tents. These are the people I need to pray for. For the people who are homeless, hungry, sick.
And through the nature of my job, I am in constant contact with low income families. So I am reminded regularly just how blessed we really are. I pray these tough times pass soon, for everyone.


