day first of homeless [prefixe]

so, im not officially out on the streets, but so much movement today!! updated my license, address [for most things], and got my car updated, too.
the great thing, the way God works, is that i get a loner car for the day while my car gets its checkup. too bad our bodies cant work like that. you could go to the dr, but not really have to stay the whole time. let your body get the chemo while you go do errands.... thats a whole other discussion. and we're about "homelessness" right now.  ::JENN- theres a picture of my foot down there. fyi::

desk- its so cute! my table is gone. im sitting on one of my file boxes. im also using my ironing board and step ladder as tables.

thats literally all thats in my living room. i'll be honest, theres something unsettling to me about an empty room. i feel like im going to be attacked. im not even kidding. i feel like someones going to break through the door and get me. and, whats strange- if the room was full, and the door open, or accidentally unlocked the whole night [which happens sometimes], im not as worried. oh, my psycho- logic.

"bed"room. my bookshelf and bed left today, to find a more appreciative family.. cuban, to be exact. i guess i dont have enough spicyness. my "bed" is a lawn chair.  its really empty in there. i might have to take some melatonin. or, maybe i will get under the chair, like the cats are doing! :-p

moving hazard- sorry if you dont like feet!! last night something was slightly in my path more than normal, and i kicked it. unsure if its just a bad bruise or a break. it felt weird today in my shoe.

GOD IS SO GOOD.  this earlier-moving-than-expected leaves friday more open to see some dear friends that i thought i wouldnt have time for!!
i had flip out moments this morning after taking my car to get its check-up...i just was getting bombarded with all the to-do. i cried a bit, but it was very controlled and i focused on the God of my time and reminded myself [and asked him to remind me] that he knows all this stuff needs to get done, and he knows i need help. im still learning how to ask.
being afraid of the unknown, when we have so much resource, and ability to get to resources and pay for them, is actually really silly. my movement into vagrant home life has made me think of actual displaced people more, the refugees, the americans that get dealt a bad hand, either on their own or by a series of events--and im astounded that those of us with steady money and good support systems worry at all.

btw there are a ton of refugees in san antonio, and i can get you the hook up if you want to help with them. they need help in almost every area of life. like the needs of a student going to college; who also  has no parents and doesnt know english [well, or sometimes at all].

sat with 2 girls today, and we are moving forward in  looking at some rent houses together. pray that something in a perfect location will open up, and that we would rest in the fact that God's perfect might not be what we think perfect should be. ive missed going to see the kids at the childrens' shelter.