MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected

Monday, January 18, 2010

Some Times it Trinkles Down


Sometimes,
I sit and wonder what will happen next.

My predicament is so unpredictable. It's not just the homelessness it's my lack of finances and, at times, the assistance I receive (both planned and extemporaneous).

Although many of us would prefer a monsoon of blessings, sometimes all we get are those constant trickles. I remember once a friend of mine asked a thought provoking question on her Facebook status: (I think it went like this) "Which would you prefer: a steady flow or a deluge of blessings? Although many people chose the deluge option. I remember some people reasoning their desires to have a steady flow of blessings.

This is how the blessings have trickled down since we've been homeless:

I needed an oil change and one of my colleagues sent me a message through Facebook. She came to me the next day and brought my a gift certificate for Jiffy Lube.

Just when I thought we would run out of food, one of my colleagues gave me a Walmart card.

A good friend of mine called me one day and told me to go to Walmart. He had wired me $65 dollars. Even though I ran out of gas right after we went to get the money, we were okay because God sent a couple to help us. They took me to purchase a gas can, put the gas in my tank, paid for our gas and gave me gas money.

The same friend that sent me money came to town and spent valuable time with us. He went to Jay's concert and watch football with us. Cowboys won...I wasn't happy. (Sorry Cowboy fans)Before he left, Jay had a coat and I had new clothes to wear to work and a coat that I could fit.

On Friday (the 15th), I spent time wondering: After a couple of weeks, I have to figure out what we will eat. During the week, my children had ravished our supply and I hadn't been eating like I should've so I felt very depleted and ill. I felt cold everyday. My children were eating well, but I had been eating popcorn...that's it. Just popcorn.

Miah was coming home, but, thankfully, Jay was going over a friend's house; therefore, I knew he would get a decent meal. Miah got to me fed and read for sleep.

Great! I thought. Now, all I have to be concerned about it tomorrow.

I worked on putting food together for the next day.

He ate pancakes for breakfast, some sausage and bread for lunch and dinner...Well, dinner was a little "up in the air"

I looked through my purse. I had $11 and I couldn't think of anything I could buy for both myself and Miah and I couldn’t miss a meal because I was feeling so ill.

Golden Coral! I had just enough money to do it and both of us could eat well. I had plenty of breakfast, so dinner was all I had to contend with, and, since Miah was the only one there, it was only $11 with tax.

Miah loved it! Everyone around us was impressed by this gregarious little boy. I was so proud of him and, by the time we left, he was full.

I thought about the rest of the weekend and my mind went back to the seemingly endless stash of pancakes in the fridge. As for dinner on Sunday, I made some pasta and turkey with turnip greens. I couldn't eat any of that because everything had meat in it. I ate...popcorn.

When we went to church on Sunday, I didn't feel homeless at all. I just lived! Forget it! I'm not going to worry; I'll just find something to fast about. I was tired of popcorn. Sick of getting hull stuck in my teeth. Let us consecrate a fast; our church was already on consecration.

As the day waned on, I realized that I would need that prayer time. As I communicated with a student on Facebook, I found out that our former principal, Mr. Earl Pappy, died. I was stunned! I loved Mr. Pappy. He had his faults, but he had always stuck by me and stuck up for me. I was very sad.

Poor Jay, who woke up with his eye swollen shut, had to be taken to the hospital and now has to wear a patch and take an ointment in his eye. He has an eye infection and his cornea is scratched. He has to see an ophthalmologist on Tuesday.

Sunday turned into Monday and I was drained.

I didn't even want to think about what they would eat, but it was on my mind. I gave Miah his pancakes. He ate almost every pack I had left, yet this time I refused to say a word. If I had to use the Ramen noodles for the kids, I would. No problem!

I began to work on the advertisements for my new blog and a new entry. I'd been working so hard on trying to get my work out there and I was hoping that I would have a chance to see the fruit of my labor. I didn't, but all was not for nought and I continued to hold on to the word God had given me:

You income will flow through the talents God has given you. God has given you such creativity and He is going to work through that creativity your ability to gain great wealth.

I believed it, but never worked hard toward putting my work out because I was afraid of the rejection that could accompany releasing my work. I lived like that until I became homeless. Once the bottom fell out of my little dream, I said:

"There is no way I'm going to sit here depressed and do nothing! I will write until my voice is heard.
someone will hear and be blessed. I just can't suffer alone."

As Monday pressed on, I received a phone call from one of the darling mothers from my church. She had been doing everything within her power to let me know that, not only did the Lord love me, she did.

God placed it on her heart to provide us with food from her home. She began to ask me what I needed. I was reluctant to tell her, so, as she asked, I replied honestly. She brought e food and then took me and my little family to SAMS and provided us with more than enough to eat until I get paid.

When she dropped me off, she also gave me money for gas and some relish (relish in SAMS was too large to fit in the small refrigerator at the shelter.

I prayed that God would return it to her expeditiously. I asked the Lord: "Please don't make her wait Father; for this thing that she has done for us, please let her receive it right away."

As I sat at home with my belly full of nuts and craisins, I began to finish my blog advertisements. I was concerned that some of the advertisements didn't fit my demographic. She called me again:

"A friend of mine know a really nice guy who is renting a 3 bedroom house for $650. I'll give you his number. Call him and ask him... [a plethora of questions]"

She called and provided the number.

I called him and he told me about the place.

I went to meet him and by the time I did, he said he would reduce the rent to $600, but the house was in very bad shape. The previous tenant left it a mess and left owing him money.

I went for a run with my children on the trail and though of that question. As I watched my 2-year-old run with all of his might, I thought Watch this kid run! He has asthma and currently has an ear infection, yet he is so grateful for legs and power; he is so grateful for grace and skill, that he runs as though his life will end without it. He ran almost a mile, non-stop, with childhood exuberance. He made me want to continue on.

Before I could complete my cool-down, I received a call from the resident coordinator saying that she had some gift certificated for me and that she would leave them in the apartment. “Thank you so much!” I bellowed (nearly breathless from my short, but powerful run). By the time we reached our humble quarters, two gift certificated for Wendy’s and Target waited for us…and I blessed the Lord.


Even though I don't think, for several reasons, that the house is a good fit, I do thank God for showing me that we will have something. I thank Him for sending people to our lives that care about us and want to see us on our feet. I praise God because, even though the man didn't know me, he offered me a good deal on the house and gave me two references for places to get my jeep fixed. I count it joy to be in the temporary, yet humiliating situation.

Today, I want you to take a moment to see what is going on around you. I had to do that and it blessed me beyond measure.

The blessings have been trickling down and that suits me just fine.

Do you need prayer? I'm always here for you. You can e-mail me at yolandawhitted@msn.com. If you need a conversation, please give me a call. I will be more than happy to be a blessing to you in any way I can.

GBY fellow bloggers...ILY xoxo!

2 comments:

  1. Yolanda, Where are you now? Are you in the home? Are you a paypal member? You need to sign up for a card for those of us that are far away and want to be a blessing to you, we are able to send it directly to your card. What do you need hun? God is going to bless you beyond measure. Do not stop focusing on your book. I have a poem I would like for you to read actually several. I will post them in your inbox. Love u sis

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thanks Getz (My homey)! I love you too sis! I do have a pay pal, but I don't want to post it because I said from the outset that this blog wasn't a ploy for support. I appreciate your concern and support and I would love to read your poetry. I'm going to start posting my poems before my posts. Many of them are connected to my struggles and triumphs.

    I am so grateful that you continue to read my blogs. I need your input. Please don't stop commenting; you keep me encouraged! Again, ILY, GBY!

    ReplyDelete