Ooops — I’ve been forgetting to get to my blog! Sorry about that. I’ve been so busy reconnecting on Facebook, that I’ve forgotten about posting here… no excuse, but at least it’s an explanation. As you can see from the title, I am STILL at the homeless shelter. Sigh!! However: I am in my last weeks here. I am on the waiting list for the apartments where I’ll be moving to, so it’s a matter of “WHEN” I’ll move and NOT “if” I’ll move. I thank the dear Lord for that. I got on the waiting list for the senior/disabled housing (I qualify under the disabled label) on the day before my birthday. I spent my birthday knowing that I will not be homeless for long. Next week (July 7), I will have a phone interview with Social Security (with my case manager present – thank heavens!!) about my disability application; I am praying so hard that it gets accepted! I really hate having no income! I am really praying hard that – IF IT IS GOD’S WILL – I will be able to move to an apartment at Winston-Summit BEFORE July is over. As my Dad always said though: “We shall see, what we shall see”. (I finally realized the origin of that quote: Dad was quoting from Rudyard Kipling’s Puck of Pook’s Hill). God may have other plans. I wanted to be out of here by my birthday (early in June). That didn’t happen, but what DID happen was that I started dating a really great guy. I feel blessed:-) Even in the homeless shelter, good things can happen:-) By the way: I am still working on learning (or re-learning) hymns. I continue to be nurtured by them. I now have about 5 pages of hymns in my pocketbook to pull out and read when I want to be refreshed and nurtured. That has been another good thing that has come out of homelessness: pressing the “restart button” on using hymns to build up and refresh my faith.
This is going to be my new home after I leave the homeless shelter:-) Hey, one can always dream! Actually my real “castle in the air” is to do my doctorate in 16th century English Reformation studies or 18th century Methodist Studies: anything that requires me to do studies abroad in Great Britain would thrill me:-) It sounds improbable, and to some unrealistic, but I have a knack for doing what some consider to be impossible for me. When I was 8 years old, my parents were told by a school psychologist that I wouldn’t even get past high school (unless it was in the lowest quarter of my class), and forget about college. My parents (especially my father) refused to accept that negative vision for me. They didn’t tell me what I wasn’t supposed to be able to do until I had already done it: then they rejoiced with me that I had accomplished it… reading at 99 percentile for the country in the 7th grade standardized tests, graduating in the UPPER quarter of my class (instead of the lower quarter), my BA, my MLS. Dad died before I completed my second Masters, but Mom got quite a bit of satisfaction in telling people that I had two Masters (although she had fought me tooth and nail to get me to give up on that second masters – but that’s a story for another time[!!!])… !:-)!. Right now, I’m in a lull of peace and quiet and contentment. This will only last a couple of days or two, but it’s a blessing while it does occur. I need these soothing, restful minutes before the next storm breaks overhead…. and I thank God for them..!!
In the past couple of days I have been memorizing a hymn written by Paul Gerhardt during the 30 years war (mid-1600s) which was translated by John Wesley in the 1700s. The name is Give the winds your fears: the tune is Festal Song (same as Soldiers of Christ, Arise).
“Give to the winds thy fears; hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; wait thou His time; so shall this night soon end in joyous day.
Leave to His sovereign sway to choose and to command; so shall thou, wondering, won His way, how wise, how strong His hand.
Let us in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare, and publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care”.
God’s blessings for each of you, and Happy Belated Easter/Resurrection Day!