In every way of measurment that is how long I have been homeless.

Right this minute, right in this hour exactly two years ago. Two men and a woman came into my house, told me I had 30 minutes to remove all my things and that I had to leave. I didn’t cry I didn’t yell or start a commotion. I did what they told me to as they went around measuring my house. 

I packed my things as quickly as I can, enough things to last me a week because I thought that’s how long I would be gone. 

I left the house and checked into a hotel a mile away and then began this journey. 

I’m under a lot of pressure at the moment to leave here but I’m not worried. I have a verifiable hope, a tangible and real faith in God. 

I have every reason to feel sorry for myself today or cry and whatever, Instead of having a memorial service for my house, I’m having a joyous day. 

I woke up thanking God that I’m still alive, that I have legs that I can eat at any time I want to. 

I thanked God that he made himself so real in my life and all I had to do was ask. 

I  thanked him that I had grown from a lost and misguided child to a grown woman. And that when this over I would take all I learnt with me. 

I thanked him for teaching me to depend on him and not on the friends that I now no longer have. 

I thank him for everything because without him I am nothing. Without him I am dead. 

By WayneKorea

Don’t feel sad for me or sad for yourself, be greatful for what you have and appreciate the little you do then more will be added to you. 

Have a great day I know I will.