During the past year and a half I felt little hope about my life in general. In December, I started working overtime. I worked seven days a week until I had enough money to get me started with the repairs that were so badly needed. Then I hired a man to help me get back on my feet. Hope started to sing it's lovely song to me. Little by little things are happening and I am so thankful.
I came home today and one side of the house has primer on it. I have always wanted a green house. I can hardly wait until it is done.