How things change

Two months ago she was sleeping in her car.

Six months ago she was in homeless camp.

A year ago she was in a transitional housing program.

"Despair" reaches a point where you can't even recognize that the tide has turned, and things are starting to go your way. She couldn't work because of health problems, truck problems, personal problems. How can you even go to work when you don't have access to a shower, or a real bed to sleep in? And all of this happens while the skies are pouring down on you.

But now.

But now, today, her big problem was hanging her television on the wall of her very own apartment. There was no light, and her stuff littered this brand new apartment in a brand new building. Just in time for the brand new year.

Grant wisdom and strength.