A year ago we were facing homelessness... I didn't have a clue where we would live. My husband had filed for divorce. I couldn't bear to live in the home we had purchased together, let alone afford to live in it. And to add the icing to the challenge, my mother had died and I we could no longer continue to live with her in her house.
I was numb. I knew that we needed to find a place to live, and yet couldn't begin to start the process to even begin to find a place to live. And at the same time I was facing the fact that my divorce process had just started moving forward.
Somehow, I began to find the ability to find a place to live. And then attempt to move out of my mother's house, trying to sort thru what we needed verses what we just had to let go. In that process we had to let a lot of things go. We had already let go of the house. I signed it over to my husband in order to be able to have a place for us to live. And in that process... oh so much was left behind.
And yet, that is not the reason of this post. This post is about the beginning to move forward. I have reached a point where in just over a month I will be divorced. And we have come a long way from facing homelessness to actually looking for a house.
All my life I have wanted a place to call home. Now, years after praying to God to give me a home... that possibility is within my grasp. I am in shock!
For once in my life I am beginning to feel that out of the ashes, God just might give me something that I have desired for so long... a place to call home forever!
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