The sheer horror of being a homeless Christian in the heart of Tennessee

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We started packing way back in June. We had a lead on a place to rent, but at the very last-minute, it was taken off the market. A little place on five acres in the country. My Jimmy is country. And, country must have a place for the fire to burn out on its own. He is a fire starter and he loves to stand back and watch them burn. This is what he does and who he is and I love him.

So, when we were unable for whatever reasons to find another place to rent (mainly because of my past foreclosure and eviction) we gave away most of our upholstered furniture and we packed it all in. Jimmy is currently staying at his Mom’s house in Franklin. Elijah is housed up with my brother. Lillian is with her husband. And I am in the woods with my sister.

The horror of being a homeless Christian in the heart of Tennessee is if I did not tell you, we are without a home you would never know.

Last night Elijah took me and Lillian out to Dinner at O’Charley’s. We spoke of Jimmy and how much we missed him but we know he is helping and honoring his Mother.

The horror of being a homeless Christian in the heart of Tennessee is if I did not tell you, we are without a home you would never know.

Being held up in the woods with my sister means not being close to the bank. After the rains came and washed all the snow away, I went to the bank to pick up some counter checks. While I was at the bank, I noticed a few customers in line with business bank bags, unlike my own. While standing there wondering, waiting and watching I decided I wanted a new bank bag for myself. After all, my current bag was empty and the bank had changed ownership, along with its name. When my turn came I approached the teller counter, took care of my business and I simply asked the teller for a new bag and without question he gave me one.

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The horror of being a homeless Christian in the heart of Tennessee is if I did not tell you we are without a home you would never know.

Last night I pulled on red gloves, I slipped on a red cap with my name on it and I put on a denim studded jacket. Last night I enjoyed a feast with my children. I slept in a heated house on a leather sectional in a bonus room in a house in the woods while my Jimea struggles in what is real poverty. I had the audacity to complain about missing my pillow top, my high bed and my cell phone.

The horror of being a homeless Christian in the heart of Tennessee is if I did not tell you, we are without a home you would never know.

This morning I woke up with a Thankful heart. Thankful for all the many blessing our Father has continued to protect and provide during this time of homelessness. Thankful for the ability to start anew. Thankful for his presence on this new journey. Thankful for this new chapter in this, this  one life. Thankful for HIM. Thankful for folks, family and friends.

Thankful, we don’t have to have a place from which to speak about His, almighty saving grace.

Thankful, we no longer need permission to speak.

Thankful this platform need not be a palace to bring peace.

Thankful to Him who is able.

Thankful our Father allowed me to provide for Jimea for the months of January and February.

I did not know how He would do it, I just knew that HE would.

Praise Time in Tennessee, it ain’t about me!

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