One of my neighbors was unable to pay rent this week and had to vacate her apartment yesterday. I saw her and her son sitting on the stairs, and gave her some water when she asked for it. A couple of hours later, and it’s getting pretty warm, I asked her if they were waiting for a ride and she initially said yes so I refilled her water and kept working on my laundry. A few minutes later, she knocked on my door and said they actually didn’t and she was trying to get her son to her sisters house in Ft. Worth. I ended up giving them a ride there first, then took her to the VA hospital, where she is starting treatment for PTSD today. I was able to tell her a bit of my story and was able to relate to her struggles. I was also able to tell her how much God had provided for me, the healing that He has given me, in the worst of my struggles and hardships being a widow. As I dropped her off, I prayed with her and continue to pray for her today, that God will reach her too, and bring her closer to Him, the Great Healer!
