It was inevitable . . .

My desk – where all the good stuff happens!

. . . Or was it? If, like me, you say you believe in the providence of God, then, well . . . um, yes, well . . . of course, it was inevitable . . . um . . . I think.

Belief is like that—ethereal, comfortable, often untried—until something happens that thrusts you into a “yea or nay” opportunity: either it is or it isn’t, up or down, white or black. Do you believe or don’t you?

“Do you trust God, or do you just say that you trust God?” 
 – Larry Burkett

Well, I had worked for the man—Larry Burkett—from 1989 until his death in 2003, and then for his successors until March of this year. Surely that was enough time to glean a bit of perspective—24 years all told. Twenty-four years of stretching, learning, honing, growing; yet they were also years of secure, comfortable . . . sitting.

So yes, I believe it was inevitable—inevitable to be turned out of my squeaky, cushy black office chair onto the not-so-cushy streets of Unemploymentville. And, fortunately—I guess I should say “providentially”—it wasn’t a long bus ride over to the next town, Self-employmentville.

So here I am—UpWrite Publishing—and I’m wondering . . . what’s next?