One dark day
This day started out like so many before. The alarm clock went off. I got up at 4:30AM. I was so tired and dreaded going to work. I had done the morning show for 27years. I loved that part of the job, talking to the listeners and ministering to them.
What I hated was the game playing and the other stuff that was going on. I trained a lot of the people that worked there. I had went to bat for them when necessary. No one came to my defense, when they had done something wrong, decisions were made without my knowledge or expertise. Even when they knew that I hadn't done anything that warrented the kind of treatment I was getting.
I had worked there since I was 19 years old. As I climbed the steps that morning, I went to my control room and my office and did what I did every morning. I downloaded programs, programmed the computer, while I was on the air. I multi task well. I knew something was going to happen. God had woke me up that morning at 3:00AM. Also our church had just went through 27 straight hours of prayer. They had people take shifts praying for faith, family and finances. I was praying about the job. I told Jesus I would stay, if that is what He wanted, if not let me finish the end of the month, so I could get my commissions and all of my pay.
About 10AM, when I got off of the air, the boss and the operations manager came to my office. I was downloading programs and geting ready to make some phone calls. They gave me the news. I was told in a way that would get a reaction from me. This is what they said; "We are elimating all full time positions, the station is losing money, effective immediately, you're gone." I heard what he was saying, but there is part of the brain that can't believe what it is hearing and the Holy Spirit was talking to me at the same time telling me "I've got this". All I said was OK. They left and I began to pack my stuff and make phone calls. It was over... the years of torment, the years of being yelled at and called stupid, and being verbally abused. I felt a sense of relief. I actually began to praise God, because it was done. He answered my prayers.
As I told people what had happened, some were shocked, some were mad and some proceeded to call and give them a piece of their mind. The only thing I felt was a sense of shame. Not for losing my job; the shame was for giving them most of my time , life and health.
As I left the building that day, I was sad. Why did it have to end like this?
I am doing well, now. I have my days, but God is good. He got me out of there without me losing my mind and health.
What I hated was the game playing and the other stuff that was going on. I trained a lot of the people that worked there. I had went to bat for them when necessary. No one came to my defense, when they had done something wrong, decisions were made without my knowledge or expertise. Even when they knew that I hadn't done anything that warrented the kind of treatment I was getting.
I had worked there since I was 19 years old. As I climbed the steps that morning, I went to my control room and my office and did what I did every morning. I downloaded programs, programmed the computer, while I was on the air. I multi task well. I knew something was going to happen. God had woke me up that morning at 3:00AM. Also our church had just went through 27 straight hours of prayer. They had people take shifts praying for faith, family and finances. I was praying about the job. I told Jesus I would stay, if that is what He wanted, if not let me finish the end of the month, so I could get my commissions and all of my pay.
About 10AM, when I got off of the air, the boss and the operations manager came to my office. I was downloading programs and geting ready to make some phone calls. They gave me the news. I was told in a way that would get a reaction from me. This is what they said; "We are elimating all full time positions, the station is losing money, effective immediately, you're gone." I heard what he was saying, but there is part of the brain that can't believe what it is hearing and the Holy Spirit was talking to me at the same time telling me "I've got this". All I said was OK. They left and I began to pack my stuff and make phone calls. It was over... the years of torment, the years of being yelled at and called stupid, and being verbally abused. I felt a sense of relief. I actually began to praise God, because it was done. He answered my prayers.
As I told people what had happened, some were shocked, some were mad and some proceeded to call and give them a piece of their mind. The only thing I felt was a sense of shame. Not for losing my job; the shame was for giving them most of my time , life and health.
As I left the building that day, I was sad. Why did it have to end like this?
I am doing well, now. I have my days, but God is good. He got me out of there without me losing my mind and health.
It's good to have a source for the truth finally. However, you must not feel the least bit ashamed for giving them so many years; your work was forthe Lord, from day one, and not whoever was running the station at the time. When those that could care less about the Christian side began to mistreat you because of your stand, and forced you to leave, it was not a defeat, but a victory of your testimony.
ReplyDeleteYou did so much good over the years as you ministered each and every day, even when sick or abused, you were faithful. The years were not wasted, but a blessing to many, and you will not know how many lives you touched until eternity.
The time may have come to an end, but every day was given to you by the Lord to do his work, and you did it to the best of your ability, which the Lord accepted, even if the management did not. The Lord sent various people to help you over the years, and they served alongside you with pride.
So don't regret anything or be ashamed of how much of yourself you gave! Your time there was ordained and you did well. Please believe that. And now your service is beginning in a different direction.