Sunday, May 24, 2015

Bad news, good news, better news.

Several months ago I heard this phrase, 'sometimes the bad news is the good news that leads to the better news.' Stop. Go back and read that again and let it sink in.

The guy who said that went on to tell about how one day he broke his ankle and twisted up his knee during a softball game and immediately he knew that crutches and inconvenience was in his future. In the midst of all the x-rays and exams they did an MRI and discovered he had a growth in his leg - the early stages of a cancer. Because of the broken ankle 'bad news' they discovered the cancer early 'good news' and aside from one extra operation and some follow-up he is now crutches and cancer free!  'better news' Get it?

As I am writing this I too am sidelined with an ankle injury and it has given me time to look back at the last bit of bad news with this phrase in my mind. No, this injury is not the bad news, my bad news arrived on September 29th, 2013. I remember the day because of the way it started, I was so awestruck by the sunrise on my way into work (church) that morning that I whipped out my phone and snapped a picture.



To understand what happened that day fully just think of what they say about a frog in hot water.  If you put a frog in a pot and only raise the water temperature gradually that the frog will never jump out but eventually get cooked. Looking back, I can see how the water temperature had been slowly rising around me for awhile. That morning someone hit the knob and it jumped several degrees all at once. No, that is not the day I got fired, that was the day I knew my time at that place was coming to an end.  It was only a matter of time because the truth was spilled out and exposed like a banner headline of a newspaper. Previous to this point I was holding tightly - too tightly - to this job God had given me and I was not willing to let it go.  That day my clinched fist began to loosen.  That was an awful day and the bad news was very tough to swallow especially in the manner it arrived.

Over the next nine months there were several things that happened and situations I was a part of that took away my footing and continued to loosen my grip.  I was in a vacuum of connection and every thing I tried to grab on to either broke or dissolved in my hands. God was making me very uneasy and uncomfortable with where I was both on a personal and profession level. God completely broke my grip on my job on June 19th, 2014.  That morning God told me that it was time for me to go.  I initially resisted but my grip was so weak from the battle I just let it go.  What I didn't know was that leadership already had a plan in place to let me go and eliminate my position the very next week - at least they thought it was their plan.  


It was just a few short hours later when God spoke to me again and said, 'this is My plan, not yours and not theirs, mine.' and a few days later that He had me placed somewhere else. I didn't even have a day off between jobs. Amazing right?

The bad news that my time was coming to an end was really good news because God had a better place for me to be and the better news is He ALWAYS has a plan for me.  


Jeremiah 29:11 says, 'For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'  


The best news is that He has a plan for you too if you will only listen.  

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