How Getting Fired, Grew My Faith

“We’ve decided that it’s best to part ways.”

As I stood in front of my boss (well, former boss now) I immediately felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight zone. “Did that really just happen,” I thought. “Did I really just lose my job?”

While I didn’t realize it at the time, this would serve as a crucial moment in the story of my life. The three months I went without employment, I learned – well, was forced to learn – how to budget, identify a “need” from a “want,” who I could turn to for help and support, and what past actions had gotten to me this point. On a deeper level, I was able to read my Bible daily for long periods of time, pray heavily, and speak with my Pastor on a weekly basis.  I discovered the strength in dependency, the importance of self-identity, and what it means to have a true relationship with God. This moment – when it felt I had hit “rock bottom” – taught me more about myself than I was ever willing to admit before.

In my opinion, you can love the Lord all your life, attend church every Sunday, and sing worship songs at the top of your lungs while tears furiously fall down your cheeks. But until you experience a moment, where all you have to keep you motivated is blind faith, you can never fully appreciate the power of God. And if that seems harsh or insensitive, I apologize (that was not my intent). But, from personal experience, the moments when we find ourselves in a midst of a storm, are the moments that make us appreciate God, and grow the most overall. That’s why I’m a firm believer in experiencing “storms”.

A storm is any situation you experience that is a disruption to your normal routine (losing a loved one, losing a job, getting evicted, etc.).  While in the moment, they hurt and make you feel alone, they are God’s way of molding us, developing our character, and preparing us for our purpose.  The reason I wanted to share my own testimony, was not to tell you that if you’ve never been through anything you aren’t a real Christian. I share because prior to this point in my life, I really didn’t have a true understanding of “having faith”. I was a lukewarm Christian. Yes, I went to church, and yes, I regularly read devotionals; but, it didn’t take away the fact that I was lost and still stuck in the ways of the world. I entertained pointless dead end “situation-ships,” focused too much on “finding a man,” and ultimately, didn’t know who I was. Although I was walking like a Christian, I didn’t back it up. I didn’t realize I lacked genuine faith and a personal relationship with God, and therefore, didn’t know my true identity and purpose. I thought faith was simply praying regularly, waiting for everything to work out, but I learned faith is not just trusting that things will work out, but accepting that when things don’t work out it’s for a reason.

2 Corinthians 1:5 – 7 states, “For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same sufferings that we suffer. Our hope for you is unshaken, for we know that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort.”

In life, we are going to get shaken up. We will hurt, we will have moments that suck, and we will experience times when nothing seems to be going our way. Getting fired taught me that when these moments are thrust upon us, instead of drawing in and raising a white flag, we must strap down and prepare to push through the storm. Because guess what? Storms come all the time. They are essential for flowers to bloom. Without rain, there would be no water to nourish the seeds in the ground and allow them to become something beautiful.

I thank God, every day for shaking up my world. It allowed me to change my life.