He can be a greedy man at times. He said he would give me back my money tuesday and didn’t. At least not yet. I woke up the past three days in hopes I would see that glorious gift back to myself before my eyes. I’ve only been let down.

I’ve been praying daily, throughout the days. I try to remain patient. I feel down inside. Some say it’s only money, and you shouldn’t rely on it. Well, I am. This time, and for the first time, I really am.

This check is the exit out that door to a better, happier and healthier life. It will allow my family to flourish and grow into more of what family means. This shall set us free of the hell we’ve endured.

I am 5 days away from freedom of this cell. Funds will be provided. Faith will prevail.

It feels like forever…

Five at the most… hopefully. I just want to get on with it and move. I need the IRS to do their thing. I paid my taxes, I filed, I want my return. Everything is riding on this now. God will not fail me. He never does.

There are a few specific people I will never forget about in this town. They are significant because they are what kept me here. I am on the verge of moving into my own home, with my family in the coming week and a half. I feel I need to reflect for a few, without any interruptions. Let’s see how this goes..

- First, was this lady. Just a random woman. We stopped at this discount bakery and bread store. We had a hundred dollar bill and that was it. Browsing the store, we picked up a few items. When we got to the register, the woman told us she couldn’t break the bill. Not enough money in her drawer.

As we were going to put the items back, a woman turned around and said to us, “What ya’ll need?”. Just like that in her southern accent. I turned to her and said it was all okay. We were just getting a few things. I asked her if she had change for a hundred. She too, could not break the bill.

But, she offered to pay for our items. Even know, she knew we had a hundred bucks, she was still willing to pay for our stuff. I politely, and grateful refused and thanked her. She tried to convince me but I held my stance as I didn’t “need” the stuff. I was just amazed at her generousity. I will never forget her.

- Then there was Robert. An older black man, who claimed he was a Vet and claimed he was from town and moved back years ago from the north.

We sat together… him, myself and my daughter, all waiting at the Hope Ministries, waiting for donations. He was there for food and clothes, I was there for school clothes.

Robert talked our ears off in a sweet, old fashion, flirtatious kind of way. He told us they called him Dadda. You could tell he was wise and well lived. He had a rough life, his story was sad. But, he shined with the most brightness in anyone in that room, for that more than most people I’ve met.

He wasn’t too proud. He wasn’t down. He was blessed and happy with what he “did” have. He even went as far as to volunteer at the ministry bagging up items for other needing people. It was like he was sent there for all of us.

Robert gave me his full name and number. Told me to call him if I ever needed help or needed to know where something was. He was charming despite his old clothes, worn face and hat. His eyes and smile where bright.

I often think of him and wonder what ever happened. I never called him. But, I will never, ever forget him.

- I can’t forget to mention those Angels who were sent the first Thanksgiving and Christmas we were here. I took a chance, posted a request that I would have never asked in the past. I knew I had to do it this time. I expected nothing in result. But, this time I was wrong.

They came out of the woodworks. With simple items that made the world of difference in our lives. I thank them, think of them and hope they are doing good in life. If they ever need it back, I hope I’m there to give it to them.

- Kenny… He is a good young man. I’m glad I met him. He is true to his word. He was sent here to protect me. I know he loves Nicole (in a special way;) Meg, and Brooky. But, I still think he was sent to me. Shout out to Kita too!

- The Agent…. or did they mispell that? :) Was it really an ANGEL? Honestly, I swore she wouldn’t be there. No one would be there. Thank you to God, and my Nicole, I was able to be blessed. We are blessed, my family. God does listen and does love. He sent Nicole to the right site. He sent that Angel to that place. He gave us a home.

- Dr. Shaw. I know that this is a professional relationship, lets get that straight. But, he has been the best ear for me through so much. He knows more about me than almost anyone.

He is a good, kind, family man who practices his therapy standards at a very high level of integrity. At the same time, I can see into his eyes, into his soul, and see his heart. He is good. He is of God. I was matched with him for a reason. He is a big part of my changing and my new start.

I won’t ever forget him, after I am no longer a client. I will always remember some of the things he told me. What he helped me learn about myself. I thank him with the kindest regards of my heart.

- And for now, lastly are all of the mutula clients at the office I go to for therapy. I’ve met some really good, strong people. And yes, I’ve met some people that were a lot less fortunate than I, yet they still were strong and positive.

It always gives me a real feel good when someone strikes up a conversation in the waiting room. It helps break up the silence of knowing you are all there for emotional therapy.

Most of the talk was small and entertaining. But, some of them were down right spiritual. I especially remember the older woman who praised Jesus with me. She was beautiful with dark skin that glowed. Her garb was colorful and ethnic. This woman was of her birth and roots.

I listened and talked with her about life and God. She was sent there as an Angel. God knew I was skeptical and not really talking to him. She was just another messenger sent down to me to talk straight in my face and emit the love of the Lord into my heart.

She was not the only one who touched my spirits there. But I will just go on to say that they were all special to me in their own unique way.

—— Until I meet more of His Angels, I must close my eyes and be blessed for another day.

Absolutely love this photo and the feelings behind this masters person ;)

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Sometimes I think he is as bored as me.

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I’m grateful for:

1. God, above all.
2. My kids, grand daughter, and Michael. For their support and strength through all of this.
3. The Angel who helped us find that home.
4. Having a vehicle to get me there, gas in the tank and gps.
5. My “service engine soon” light when off, thanks to a simple few steps.
6. I can take all of my pets with us to our new home and not worry about them not being accepted.
7. A fenced in backyard for Brooklynn and Buddy to play in.
8. Unemployment Compensation after 23 years of paying into the system.
9. A fresh start, that new adventure.
10. My laptop, for allowing me to share this with all of you. And for the great songs I get to listen to when I’m writing this :)

My Affirmations/Visualizations:

1. My family finally moved every last item and box into the new house and we’re unpacked.
2. Nicole made a lovely fabric skirting for around the kitchen breakfast bar. It goes perfectly with the the stools we found at that thrift shop, and adds a special little touch.
3. I helped Rosie paint her room :) It’s a pretty color and she’s decorating accordingly. She also found some great things at that thrift store. She’s the one who found it. She is finally feeling at home for real. I am so happy for her.. I knew she could do it!
4. Nicole is doing outstanding with her schooling. I’m so proud of her!
5. Brooky is walking and just about running around now! It’s so cute, and I love seeing her independance.
6. Michael found a good job that he likes, and he is getting paid well. That helps them to save for their family. I’m proud of him too.
7. It’s starting to warm up in Fayetteville. I’m anxious about planting my gardens. I’m glad I had some time to get the yard cleaned up.
8. All the cats are happy in their new lair…. they made their place :)
9. We are all eating healthier and feeling good physically, mentally and emotionally. 10. I look forward to every morning now. I get up early, sipping coffee on the patio, and watch the birds feast on my offerings. Life is good :)

Of them.. this is about them. I am evicting them from our lives. Once and for all. God help them as they will need it after I’m gone.

Every day is a new beginning.. with no clues to the end.

I sat, clicking my heels together repeating “there’s no place like home”. Guess I better find some ruby slippers.