“It was the worst house in the neighborhood, but it was all I could afford. The carpets were stained and the tiny bedroom barely fit a twin mattress. I sat among my cardboard boxes feeling lost, fear souring my stomach. There was no trace of the happy life I once had before my divorce and job layoff…I’d never felt more alone.
“For a moment, I thought about prayer, but in truth I was too angry at God. Where had He been over this past horrendous year? Where was He when my entire world fell apart?
“As I solemnly began putting some of my clothes in the bedroom closet, I came across a dusty old journal. I cracked open the dry binding and saw that it was written by a woman who lived in this house two decades ago. She was newly divorced, hurting and lonely enough to even contemplate suicide. Tears blurred my eyes as she spoke of feeling hopeless…of giving up on God. It was as if I had written it myself. But what really caught my attention were her later entries where she prayed, begging Him to come back into her heart. From there the tone changed. In one entry she wrote, ‘My world is renewed and beautiful because all I need is You.’
“That night as I settled into my bed after hours of unpacking, I took the journal and began writing in the blank pages. Lord, I know you led me here for a reason, help me find hope. Suddenly, I felt Him wrap His arms around me. I felt His amazing Grace. I felt His pure Love.
“In that instant, I looked around my tiny room and realized that with God, I’m always home.”
—Pat Harden, 53, Phoenix