The July 4th weekend and the weekend following the celebration was a time to reflect and be thankful for what I still have. It is hard to hear though that some are not as secure. My friend is going through a particularly rough time now. School and municipal taxes are due and she doesn't know how she will get the money to pay them.
There is a very real possibility she could lose the house she grew up in. Tax liens, as I have been reading on the Internet, are serious. The municipality could decide to put the house up in a tax sale to get tax money. I think about that for my own sake as well. Our household is in a financial crisis too. I do worry about local and school taxes.
It is a pickle. I'm not sure what to tell her or where she can turn for help to keep her home. I have to believe that there is something that can be done. My greatest fear is homelessness. I see the homeless people on the street in Philadelphia and thank God that I'm not there yet.
I have to admit that it frightens me. I am like my friend in some ways. I don't have anyone I can turn to in case this scenerio plays out for me. I have to trust that God has a plan for me. I have to believe that he won't leave me and my friend alone. I have to learn the lessons now that God is teaching me and lean on him.
The violence of the past week has shaken me too. I can't image what is going through the minds of those involved. It just seemed that there is so much hate but not enough love.
I have to pray that her financial mess will be resolved, that she'll get the money she needs to pay taxes and be able to stay in her home. I pray this for myself as well. I have to trust that all things will work out for the good. Otherwise I might as well give up now.
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