Hitting a Little to Close to Home

Today is or was like any other day. Wake up, clean the house, talk on phone, exercise, get ready at about 2:00 in the afternoon, get dinner started for dinner group, go to the grocery store, and come home and clean some more.

I hoped in the car at about 5:30, delivery time for dinner group, dropped off the first dinner. Chit chatted for a bit with my friend and then headed to drop the other dinner off. We chatted for a bit about crappy news, which now I can't even remember what it was, and then my friend M asked if I wanted to hear more crappy news. I said sure, thinking it was going to be some type of gossip or random fact about someone in the ward. Well, what she said next was horrible. He husband lost his job today. How crappy!

She cried, I got teary because that sucks, and then she said she was mad at God. She just got called into the RS Presidency, they are opening their home to foster kids, and her husband looses his job! I wanted to yell with her!

Then my brain went into overdrive. She is amazing with money and they have figured out that they have enough to live for a year without him working. That is a lot more than most people have. Still, doesn't put your fears at ease. Then I got thinking about me and my house. I am complaining because the sink is breaking in the bathroom, I have horrible carpet in my living room and my kitchen is like 30 years old. I was hoping to use some of the money we get back from taxes on some of those items. Now, after my friends husband lost his job, I worry. I would rather have shelter over my head, food on my table and gas in my car as opposed to a new kitchen, or bathroom, or floor. Guess the taxes will be used for something else.

When I finally got home at 7:30 we sat at the table and I swear I ate enough food for my friend and me, and then still felt nervous and ate some more. This is crazy!!!! Crazy!

The other day I was watching the news. It was showing some place in UT where a lot of businesses have closed and I just kept thinking, there sits and perfectly good building. Shelter for someone on the street, and its vacant. Only the mice and cock roaches live there. How sad, how sad that all of these homes that are being taken away (some for good reason) others because a perfectly good, honest family looses their income. I just about cried.

Why?

I have no answer. This one hits WAY to close to home.