Two years ago my husband lost his job. We had some warning but it was still a huge blow. It had been the dream job, the job that paid more than we could ever have imagined. The job that was going to get us out of debt and finally become more financially secure.

Then last week, it happened again.

This time we had little warning. The reasons were vague. Everyone from the company acted like it was an amicable parting of the way.

So after feeling as though we’ve just recovered from the events of two years ago, here we are again. Without regular income. Still with student loan debt. This time during a major economic downturn and a global pandemic. Not a great time to be looking for work.

Even though our bank account may not show progress, I can see it in other ways. While it may feel like we’re back to where we were two years ago, we aren’t the same people we were then. We’ve survived major unemployment before. Our marriage has weathered the emotional and financial pressure. We know how to live lean, even with kids.

I have learned lessons that I certainly never wanted that are benefiting me now. This time around my husband is being the strong one, but we are both taking it a day at a time and trusting in the supernatural provision that has held us together before and we know will do so again.