I lived without a home, on and off, for twelve years until finally was blessed to find one, to find love, to get to the point of healing that I could realize that I could with God’s grace and strength and love, gather and save my resources.

One night, I was without a place, and having missed opportunities to get into shelter, I climbed into a tree, found a place where the branches could support me securely, and took a cat nap.

People walked past below, not knowing I rested there. I had found the first feeling of security in a long while.