Yesterday I packed up the contents of my desk into two cardboard boxes. Despite teaching eight consecutive semesters at the university, there isn't much job security with a part-time temporary position. I could be called back; it's happened before. But, as of now, I have no guarantee of a pay check next month.
My security comes from more than a pay check, or a teaching contract. My security comes in my Heavenly Father who has given many promises, which I keep repeating to myself. The part of me that isn't scared is looking forward to watching how He will provide for me in the coming weeks.