I was just sharing online in another venue that I'm trying to hold on to the faith that at the 11th hour God is going to pull through a miracle - give us a street address, a decent, safe, accessible, home that I can actually afford because it will be hung on my actual income and not a previously decided level of income according to the govt of what is "low-income" ....
I do believe. I do have faith! But
As I was eating my tuna fish sandwich breakfast, what also came up was the fear I have been fighting, the one I don't want to face: if I say that the God of my understanding is with me, and said God shall provide me a decent home, where I can display things and have if not my couch than my bed in there and some kitchen items ...
... am I not also saying that this God is not 'for' those who are homeless??? Because, without a place to live, that's what CoCo and I are.
I know that my God will be with us if we are on the journey of homelessness AND
I don't want to be on that dammed journey of homelessness, thank you very much!!!
That proverbial 11th hour is fast approaching
and I for one am holding on like that hanging strip you use to mount a picture, that rips the dammed wallpaper off when you try to remove it!!!