The British Homemaker - One day at a time

Five months ago we had a home. Now we have a room. Five months ago I had a paying business. Now I’ve been forced to go on income support. Five months ago I had a routine to my day. Now my days last too long. Five months ago I had a direction. Now all directions are the same dead ends. Five months ago I had my struggles and challenges. Now I have bigger struggles and challenges. Five months ago my faith was up and down. Now my faith is firmly up. Five months ago I didn’t feel I fit in anywhere. Now I still feel the same. Five months ago I was trying to do the right thing in all things. Now I don’t much care what's right so long as it gets results.

We all carry our own deal in life according to our choices, reactions and abilities. In many cases we carry the effects of others decisions too and it’s tough to get through the fog in life.  I’m a firm believer that we are only given the challenges that we have the ability to cope with ~ with the assistance and guidance of Jesus Christ. I admit to failing more often than I’m proud to admit and this morning was no different. Sat in Macdonald's with my journal I mulled over the last few days and felt myself just sink into submission. An off the cuff remark yesterday in a business group cut me to the core, my exhaust dropped off the car, a hole was made in it and I now have an added bill of over £100 to get it sorted. Bad timing. It was very late when I got home from the forest of dean and all hell was breaking lose at the place where my kids were. There was no point me trying to explain or defend myself so we just left. Living out of a B&B isn’t the hardest thing to do, but ...

Being homeless has many levels of meaning and circumstances. After two stints I do not believe it is something to be taken lightly. I have seen people around me this last two weeks who walk round this hotel looking like they have the world on their shoulders. There is no typical person to fall prey to the situation either. I chat with a couple of people who have obviously had the daylights knocked out of them primarily because of a relationship breakdown of some form and through mean and sometimes spiteful choices they can’t control and are out on the streets whilst their partners are in the home…the shocking thing is the people I am referring to are mothers with young children. It breaks my heart that my kids are going through this again, through no fault of theirs or mine but to see a 2 and 4 year old come out of the bathroom freshly bathed and in their pjs I wonder what effect it will have on them in the future. I look at the mom, say hi and stop to chat for a few minutes and I de...