More than a little pain

I know the sorrow of losing my home will cause tears.....probably lots of them.  I cannot permit that to immobilize me.  I have to take whatever action will ensure my survival.  I have to prove to MaryBeth, Patricia, Robert and myself, that I have the ability to survive and flourish.  I need to do a little praying I think.....asking for wisdom and courage and strength and, maybe, a miracle.  The truth is that God helps those who help themselves.  He did not bring me this far only to have me fail miserably.  The fact is that I must succeed spectacularly.  Maybe success is not tied to the life I know at all.  Perhaps, it is about adaptation, change, flexibility.  This will be very hard.