Fall is such a romantic time for me full of introspection, cold winds and warm drinks. Recently I was reminded of when I was homeless. I learned that two people I know are now homeless. One is currently in a shelter and the other is on the streets. I remember what it was like. People walk by, not caring. Rejected by society. I feel that if it weren’t for my Mothers prayers it could have been worse. Now that I have a home with all the bills paid I will never stop being extremely greatful. Although, I have become a recluse in my sanctuary. I find it hard to leave at times. A friend even mentioned to me that I’ve become a hermit, but with not many friends and no transportation it’s sometimes hard to be social. Even though, I remain happy in the company of myself, my dog and my art. Some days I think it would be nice to have a significant other to share things with, to talk to or just snuggle up with. I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t have those feelings. Most days I am content with how things turned out for me.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.