"Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head" (Lk. 9:58).
Unfortunately we also are without a place to live. We are being moulded to live like Christ. After a few weeks of noticing a dampness in the house we rent, on Wednesday night mould reared its ugly head in several rooms:
It is a sickening feeling to know that we have been living in a house that has mould growing in it. Last night we carted all of our stuff out of those three rooms and started filling up the living room. We will have to go live at Grandma and Grandpa's in Nipawin for the time being. We must put our health first.
Our beautiful beds behind the couch!
Alas, the sun still rises beautifully, despite our current disarray. We feel a little overwhelmed at the moment, but at least we're safe.
