I was raised to be a snob, you know. We were not allowed to go bowling, or to go to the car races because we were not That kind of person. ( I used to sneak to bowling alleys when I could. I was quite the rebel.) So, for me to be looking at the houses I am looking at, is going to be a stretch. I was chuckling at the thought of wearing a fur coat and diamonds while touring these potential homes. I'd probably get killed.
These houses are beyond the Pink Flamingo variety.
Beyond the welfare-single-mom variety.
These are the Dilapidated Jalopy variety.
The rat infested variety.
This is legitimate housing, and it is advertised in the newspaper. These are places that I wouldn't house my canines. (And we all know how I feel about them.) But people, apparently, pay money to reside in such , er, homes.
I am gonna go take a more serious gander at the bridges of Boise.
My mood is surprisingly bright. So, that is something.
Life is funny, huh? Today, I am in a lovely home, and I have my wonderful children with me. There are boxes all over the place, but that's just a whisper of the looming threat. Today, we're good.
How are you, Internet friends?
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That's tough stuff, I can't begin to imagine what goes through your mind. Praying.
You know, I went to the car races once, you aren't missing so much!
I am exagerating....very slightly.
How are you, Jim?
I'm good... still working out of the garage, it's messy, but it works for now. I thrive on moderate disorganization, some say it's ADHD.
I think it was in Lamentations where I read, and I'm paraphrasing, "Life stinketh... but the steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
So, worship has been really good, exciting things are taking place there. And God has been faithful.
Hey friend...
Remember, I did the ghetto. It's not so bad, once you get used to the helicopters flying over your backyard, looking for fugitives with their very bright spotlights.
I'm trusting and praying very much for provision in housing that doesn't involve rats or your skin crawling... I know God has the place for you. And that it will be okay.
But I still really wish you weren't having to face this.
Love you.
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