Unemployment

I am no longer working at the BBC. These words slightly scare me. I’ve never wanted to say them and have always managed to avoid them at the last minute, but for one reason or another, this time they are true.

It’s the part of my job that I hate - the endless coffees and chats, the sucking up to people and making them love you, the sending of CV’s to everyone you’ve ever met and selling yourself to anyone who’ll listen - that I really don’t enjoy. But, it has to be done, and that trip to the big bad freelance world must be taken.

I’ve had a fairly cushty start, as I’ve been at the Beeb for 3 years, ever since I left Uni. I could be back there next week, or maybe next year, I may become a sculpter and never work in telly again, but it’s that unknown I dislike having hanging over my head.

What a comfort it is then, knowing that with God there is no unknown. He is the master of all circumstances, creating stuff before it exists and holding my feet as they step off the certain. He knows every decision in my life and has the whole world in his hands (cue tambourine).

I try to trust that despite the many inconsistencies thrown at me, Jesus is my constant. Even when I sin and disobey, he has done exactly what is needed to guarantee my salvation and still has time to watch my every move. He has my past, present and future sorted. Nothing I can do, or situation that presents itself, can change that.

I need to learn how to be in His grip, letting His time and place be ruler over mine.