I am still a believer. Help will come. It must.
This is part of what I think every night before I fall to sleep. The particulars of why my job ended last week does not matter. It does matter that I must find a new one soon. That I cannot pay my bills. It matters that three beautiful children depend on me. The fear sometimes threatens to strangle me. No. I cannot let my children see that. I don't want them to be afraid. We've had enough of that. I know that God will send help somehow. I must believe.
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