Wow, Chatty, that's fantastic. I was sort of forced into that place of no where else to turn but God. I'm the most stubborn, mule headed woman on the planet. And, trust is a big issue for me.

So when I basically got kicked out of my house for letting my grandaughter move in and didn't have anywhere to go and not much money, God provided a house for us. He really did. I've never been happier or more thankful in my life than I am right now.

I'm just overwhelmed sometimes when I let myself think that someone as great and magnificent as God could even think about me, let alone care about me and mine and provide a home for us. Sometimes I just want to cry and I'm NOT the crying type but I'm so grateful. I was terrified at the prospect of being homeless. Apartment complexes now want everything but your bloodtype on the application. Houses to rent are $975 a month and up. I didn't know what to do.

I need to make more money and I'm working on it but I know God will provide the money too.

I keep thinking about that story of the disciple who went to the poor widow's home and asked her for her last meal because he was hungry. She told him all she had was a little flour and some olive oil. She said that she and her son were going to eat that last little bit and then die. The disciple ate the meal she fixed and then her olive oil and flour never went dry from that day on. For some reason I'm supposed to learn something from that story since I can't get it out of my head.