I was unemployed briefly in 2010, and remember both the anxiety each morning as I faced another day, and the lack of a sense of purpose. Worse than that was 2005, when my father died, I quit full-time ministry and spent the year and then some underemployed. Those were the darkest of my dark days, and I couldn't see God in it. In retrospect I've come to understand it as a wilderness period. He wasn't apparent, but God was there with me through it all.