He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap;…   1 Samuel 2:8 NIV

I began life like a refugee. My mother, my 3 siblings and I were homeless. After my father left and our caravan home had been repossessed, we first lived in a tent for a time. We went to relatives but there was no room for us. We stayed with friends but there were too many of us to accommodate conveniently. Eventually, my paternal Grandfather built a little two-roomed, unlined house on his property for us. We froze in the winter and boiled in the summer. Bread, rice and beans were the staples. Yet despite our poverty God’s presence made a warm and peaceful environment and through his provision we always had just enough. With God’s loving care we grew to be productive, well-educated adults with good occupations and comfortable homes. Go to him with everything that troubles your soul. His heart of love is touched by your needs. Whether you are pocket poor or heart poor our loving Father longs to help you.  

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