Have you ever been told you’re redundant, or equally that you’re being put “at risk” of redundancy?
It’s one of the most devastating statements you can hear; that you are surplus to requirements.
It’s only a nine letter word, but it can be one of the hardest statements to hear in your working career; throwing your whole life into free-fall. It’s an experience I’ve been through recently, and thankfully survived.
I’m still not sure if it was the thought of no longer being needed, or the sense of loss and uncertainly, that made the experience so heart wrenching. Yet, despite the weeks of upheaval, ambiguity and highly uncomfortable working conditions, I was constantly aware that God had his hand at the centre of the action.
I’d spent several months itching to move up to the next level, putting in the extra effort, hours and trying to show my commitment, knowing that change was bubbling in the background. I had made God endure my ramblings of frustration, desire and even uncertainty, to the point in May this year when he decided enough was enough, time for change.
A new working structure was to be implemented, and my job role was no-longer part of that structure. In minutes I had gone from having a packed Monday to Friday job role, to no-longer being required. However, it was that same structure that gave me the opportunity for promotion I had been bending God’s ear about. I have to admit though, having anticipated movement, I had not expected the scale of change, nor my reaction to hearing those nine letters; redundant.
My first reaction was to recognise the huge opportunity being placed before me, followed hours later by the reality of being “at risk” of redundancy, to seeing the seeming injustice of employees of 30 years and more losing their jobs, and the doubt of whether I was going to get the promotion I craved. I looked for reassurance from colleagues, and advice from my family, that my gut reaction on what move to make was the correct one, whilst also knowing God was looking to answer my prayers and I just had to play my part. He had created the opportunity, and I had to reach out and grab it.
This was not the first time God had engineered my career move. He has been at every step, not the career I trained in, and yet the one I have come to love and find my niche in. He has walked me along the path, surrounding me with skilled people I have been able to learn and develop through. Did I wobble and wonder if I was ready? Yes. But did I also know that God was at the centre of events, and regardless of the outcome had a plan for the next mile of my life; yes.
Through one of the most devastating career experiences, God has given me new job vitality. It is not going to be easy. I shall have to put in the extra hours, prove that the promotion was deserved and most of all play my part to keep the company in business. It’s a daunting task, but I know that no-matter what happens God will be at the next check point, and will show me where to go next. Good can come from “evil” and even more so, God can be found in the centre of every event, even if sometimes we have to look back to appreciate his work.