Today I’m thinking about my dad when he lost his job at age sixty, fired just like that, when a large conglomerate purchased the firm he worked for. He had no special training, had not even finished high school. At age fifteen he’d quit school and worked to help support his large family.
It was not easy finding new work at an age when many people were about to retire. But he had to do something fast. He had a wife and children to take care of.
I remember Dad combing the pages of the Wall Street Journal looking for small businesses that were available to buy or sell. He hoped to put owners and buyers together. Within three years he was not only established in this new field of business mergers but he earned more money in commissions than he ever earned in his previous career. God blessed him beyond anything he envisioned.
I asked him how he kept his wits and his health during this time of great stress. “I leaned on Jesus,” he said. “He’s a good friend to have.” My father gave all the glory to the Lord, the one he knew as the author and the finisher of his life and work.
His example cast a light on my path. When my life was about to fall apart after an unwanted divorce from my first husband, poor health, and financial uncertainty, I looked to him and to God, and fell together instead.
Lord, thank you for the gift of my father on earth and my father in heaven.
And I’m also thinking about my husband Charles, who reminded me so much of my father. Today is the second anniversary of his death. I like thinking maybe Dad and Charles are in each other’s company.