write for me

I’m happy to say we slept indoors last night. My mother always said it pays to speak to people. While at the hotel awhile ago I struck up a conversation with a woman and discovered our daughters were months apart. She was waiting to move into her new home. Our children met and have become good friends. I hadn’t seen or heard from her for weeks. As luck would have it I stopped at the grocery store late last night to get ginger,(my stomach was in knots). An address had accidently been deleted from my phone and I thought it was our only option for the night.
So I sat there,in the parking lot repeating to myself, I know this is not God, I don’t know what this is but this is not God. God is more than this. In five seconds the name of the woman from the lobby came to me. I asked my son if he thought we should call her, looking from the rear view mirror,( he was behind the driver seat) “wait mom, there she is”. Low and behold she was walking into the grocery store, he ran to catch up with her. I was in shock because it all happened in less than a minute,not to mention she lives on the other end of town. We followed her home, had dinner, sipped tea, and the girls giggled till we made them go to bed.
This morning we awakened to a text from my sister, ” We found a house for you. Call at noon for details.” Of course my new friend had us put the blankets in the closet for this evening, asking what we wanted for dinner when we returned. Weeks ago we offered to help her move not knowing what was to come. Can’t help but hear my mothers voice in my head,” It not only pays to be nice to people, but God works if you would just quit worrying and get out of the way”.
We know we had lots of people out there praying for us and for this we are grateful and ask that you keep praying. Thank goodness we are being heard.

That’s definitely how my life has felt for the past year. It’s been that long since my children and I have had a place to call home. We have gone from state to state, hotel room to hotel room and even a couple of times sleeping in the back of the car. Currently we are camped out in a hotel lobby because I don’t have the money for a room. Luckily the desk clerk knows us. She’s letting us stay here as long as we don;t fall asleep. My son got sleepy so he is in the car with the dogs. It’s 3:47am and I have no idea what we are going to do tomorrow. I wish this was fiction. It feels surreal after all.

But it’s not. This is our situation and we are dealing with it. I’m proud of the coping skills my children have developed. One day we will look on this as a fond memory that made us stronger. That thought keeps me going. In the meantime I will keep drinking coffee until sunset so that my daughter can stay indoors. Glenda, I’m clicking my heels…. there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.

and put them down. Maybe I’ll share some, most definitely in fact. In the meantime let’s just concentrate on stopping the emotional overload and make notes of all the things that the voices are telling me.