I've been in a similar "housing" position too many times. There have always been miracles along the way, though. I "overhear" a conversation that leads me to something, a hotel worker does me a favor, I get a call out of nowhere—God steps in. Congrats on how far you've come, Wendy.
Bless you, Jan, I sincerely appreciate your kind words. Life is pretty visceral on the financial edge, especially for sensitive souls like me…and yet, I have persisted and God was in the mix all the way. He is good and He knows things! Sounds like you have direct experience with miracles like these, same as me! Wendy
Wendy, I appreciate you sharing this, you did it in such a way that I felt like we were all watching along with you to see how God would work things out. I’m glad he did.
Thank you, John! I do my best to write what Holy Spirit gives me each week, to be a conduit for the love of Papa God and His Son. He certainly works miracles, doesn’t He? Bless you, Wendy
Thank-you for writing this. It strikes too close to home for me to reply in any detail--though I have written a couple long stories about my "God-always-kept-a-roof-over-my-head" versions of homelessness, because it was just such a difficult and bewildering time for me, and I still can't make sense of it, and I write, often, to make sense of feelings, situations. I am happy you have landed well. I don't think I will ever get over the feeling that I have no home. Even if I make one, which of course I try to do every day. But the experience just cut too deep and I am still basically only ever surviving. CA is so expensive and I have no skills and am older. I don't mean this as self pity it's just facts. I'm very tired, to be honest.
Michele, I totally “get” what you are saying. My two bouts with semi-homelessness were searing and life-altering. Your entire center of gravity is thrown off. Even having a room of your own is something…but being displaced is shattering. I held fast to God, for dear life. I still do, as I continue to be utterly reliant on the daily mercy of God. I prayed for you when earlier today , I read your comment. I asked Holy Spirit for a word for you, a word of encouragement. He said “tell Michele to seek Papa God for the gifts He gave to her, the gifts that only she has in all the earth, gifts of experience, gifts of ability and skill, gifts to minister to others. “ I don’t know what gifts you have but I do know that every single situation of life can be used for growth and transformation. I continue to pray that you cast every burden on Papa’s wide shoulders every single day and ask Him for help in the same manner. Every day in my fellowship with God, He tells me over and over again, “Ask Me for help!” I am learning. Godspeed to you, dear person, one step, one day. Wendy
Hannah, bless you! Actually, I have never owned a home, the places I lost were rented apartments. Same difference…but home is home. God has cared for me, nevertheless. Keep on, dear Hannah!!
I've been in a similar "housing" position too many times. There have always been miracles along the way, though. I "overhear" a conversation that leads me to something, a hotel worker does me a favor, I get a call out of nowhere—God steps in. Congrats on how far you've come, Wendy.
Bless you, Jan, I sincerely appreciate your kind words. Life is pretty visceral on the financial edge, especially for sensitive souls like me…and yet, I have persisted and God was in the mix all the way. He is good and He knows things! Sounds like you have direct experience with miracles like these, same as me! Wendy
Wendy, I appreciate you sharing this, you did it in such a way that I felt like we were all watching along with you to see how God would work things out. I’m glad he did.
Thank you, John! I do my best to write what Holy Spirit gives me each week, to be a conduit for the love of Papa God and His Son. He certainly works miracles, doesn’t He? Bless you, Wendy
Thank-you for writing this. It strikes too close to home for me to reply in any detail--though I have written a couple long stories about my "God-always-kept-a-roof-over-my-head" versions of homelessness, because it was just such a difficult and bewildering time for me, and I still can't make sense of it, and I write, often, to make sense of feelings, situations. I am happy you have landed well. I don't think I will ever get over the feeling that I have no home. Even if I make one, which of course I try to do every day. But the experience just cut too deep and I am still basically only ever surviving. CA is so expensive and I have no skills and am older. I don't mean this as self pity it's just facts. I'm very tired, to be honest.
Michele, I totally “get” what you are saying. My two bouts with semi-homelessness were searing and life-altering. Your entire center of gravity is thrown off. Even having a room of your own is something…but being displaced is shattering. I held fast to God, for dear life. I still do, as I continue to be utterly reliant on the daily mercy of God. I prayed for you when earlier today , I read your comment. I asked Holy Spirit for a word for you, a word of encouragement. He said “tell Michele to seek Papa God for the gifts He gave to her, the gifts that only she has in all the earth, gifts of experience, gifts of ability and skill, gifts to minister to others. “ I don’t know what gifts you have but I do know that every single situation of life can be used for growth and transformation. I continue to pray that you cast every burden on Papa’s wide shoulders every single day and ask Him for help in the same manner. Every day in my fellowship with God, He tells me over and over again, “Ask Me for help!” I am learning. Godspeed to you, dear person, one step, one day. Wendy
I hadn't heard of that mouse book! I'm so sorry you had to sell your home. We will probably have to sell ours too. The adventures continue!
Hannah, bless you! Actually, I have never owned a home, the places I lost were rented apartments. Same difference…but home is home. God has cared for me, nevertheless. Keep on, dear Hannah!!
Thanks for the encouragement and the book rec, Wendy.