BLESSED AND A BLESSING

I was sitting on a curb with some bags around me, at the end of my rope. On parole, and homeless, I was also hopeless. I started making calls to shelters around Texas. Literally fifty-two phone calls later, the House of Mercy answered the phone and actually listened, and told me the magical words, “we have room for you”. It was a sometimes difficult, but often joyous adjustment. Adjusting to being a part of something bigger than myself, learning that God cared for me, that I had a purpose, no matter what was my past. The classes, the positivity, the around the clock care lifted me up. I am no longer worthless, one of lifes’ throw aways. Preston, Trena, Tammy, Nancy and others all took the time to teach me the Word, teach me what real Godly love is. Now I am on the verge of getting my own apartment in a city where I have family that I have been able to reconnect with while I was here. They see the change in me since I have been at House of Mercy. I had nothing when I arrived. No family that wanted me in their lives, no home, no hope. It has been a journey that I thought I was incapable of. But now I know I am not alone. I have family, I have the House of Mercy and I have Christ in me. As it is written, If God is with me, who can be against me?

--Anonymous