I am so revived to read this blog. When you read the “news”paper or look at the “news” on TV, it holds a lot of gloom and despair because it talks more about the poor people who have lost their jobs then those who are praying or trying to help the people in their time of need. This prayer, and the things in the blog, give me hope that people will help each other and through prayer, everyone who has an unfortunate situation will see it turn around.

All I need is $300. That money is the difference between me losing my apartment and being on the street for Christmas. Please pray for me that someone will at least lend me the money. I am grateful for everything that the Lord has done for me down through the years. I believe that He will make a way for me now.

I recently became unemployed. It has been sort of a tough year for me beginning with an illness in March, 2009 that lasted six weeks. It was really nothing serious, just puzzling, and it took my doctor a few tries before he figured it out. I returned to work 30 pounds lighter than when I had left six weeks earlier, was on a strict water diet and had not had a real meal in one months. I plugged away at things the best I could because I couldn’t stand being home any longer. My supervisors were really very nice assisting me as much as they could; for about 3 days, and then the pace picked up again. Well, long story short, I was pushed, overworked, messed up, got mouthy and was fired. Next, I obtained a job within two weeks. Now for a total of 8 weeks lost wages. This was alright though because I was fortunate enough to have money in a 401K and removed that to keep the bills paid and keep going. I figured I would just double up and get it right back in there. I took a real good job doing data collection from medical charts. This job paid $27/hour and frequently you could do your work from a computer in your home with your bunny slippers on! One week after I started this job I received a phone call from an agency that was similar to the one I had just gotten fired from. This was not $27/hr but they provided very good health care. I prayed and thought about it hard because I was fearful after having been fired previously and I know this was hard work. I decided to take the job with the health care only if I could work four days per week. I did this deliberately because I knew that if I pushed it, I wouldn’t be any good and I had high anxiety of getting fired again. Well, this job started out excellent with it looking like there was good support in place and I was really liking it. Then next thing I knew I was working 120 hours in two weeks and being given more and more. I became depressed. My 16-year-old daughter was having her own issues at home and needed me. I tried to please everyone. I kept trying to put on the brakes for decreased hours. Finally, one day I got to meet with my supervisor. He stated it would be soon that I could reduce my hours. I stated that it really needed to be very soon because I was fearful for my family and my job. Next thing I knew it was like I wasn’t capable of performing the job (the very job they previously let me loose on for 120 hours/two weeks). It was recommended by my supervisor that I meet with him every day after work to review my work. What stress is that?! Well, I wanted to succeed and changed my way of thinking to the positive side. This worked really well and I learned all kinds of great things from him. Although, he decided to extend my 90 day probation for two weeks and would not allow me to reduce my hours until after this was over despite my cries for less hours. Well, I believe in good things and I always try to be positive and have faith and just went along (even though I didn’t really have a choice). Well, I subsequently made a medication error and was called into his office. He stated that because I had “baggage” from the other place that he was just too afraid to keep me and told me to resign or be fired. Now, here I am on this Sunday morning going into my 7th week of unemployment. I was denied unemployment benefits because I left voluntarily. I finally decided that it was time to go ask for help last week. I went to the local FIA for government assistance. They were so wonderful to me! Anyway, here comes the moral of this story: while I was sitting in the lobby, a man walked in and went up to the window. He looked to be about mid-fifties, clean cut, clean clothes, no obvious signs of alcohol or drug abuse. I mean he looked like my brother! (Heh, I just realized that he was my brother!) Anyway, again, back to the story: He made some comments to the lady in the window and then I heard “yes, I’m still homeless.” Well, I live in a beautiful rural community in Northern Michigan, also known as the snow belt! It gets cold around here. If I didn’t have a 16-year-old daughter living at home, I would have taken him home right then and there. Why does this have to happen in America? What happened to that man that made him homeless? I can’t get it out of my mind…I pray for him and all the others at least three times a day.
Later that day, out of the clear blue, I realized that despite the lack of employment, money, etc. that for the first time in a long time I was truly happy. My teenage children have said over and over “it’s gonna be the best Christmas we ever had even though we don’t have any money, mom.” Yes, my teenagers said that! As I drove along with all these things running through my mind..sickness, being fired from two jobs, all in one year, the difficulty I am having finding a job even though I am an RN, the homeless man; I suddenly yelled at the top of my lungs “thank you, God!!!!” and burst out crying tears of joy. I must of sobbed for an hour. I called my mom, my best friend, and my daughter crying and telling them I was crying tears of joy. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a job or money, that will come. What matters most is that I am happy, my children are happy, I have my home, period.
As far as the homeless man goes, my daughter and a friend have been working diligently on a Christmas concert that they have organized, choreographed, planned and whatever else you do to set something like this up, all to raise money for the homeless! I hadn’t really paid a lot of attention to all of their planning until now. I’m gonna be out there with them, a loud and strong voice for the homeless and we are going to get the most money this town has ever seen, if not for the man in the window than everyone else out there who is or ever will be homeless. I have them in my prayers, do you?

I have been unemployed over a year now, I am getting very stressful, please help me pray for a good job to pay my bills and to be able others that are in need I am very able and willing to work.
Thank You

Please say a prayer to help us. We moved across the country as my husband had received a job . He had been here for a couple of months. Then I moved the kids and my self only to find out as we had gotten into town that he had been laid off that day (along with 8 other new hires). We moved into a cramped small apt. , but with that and two car payments and utilities we are about to be out on the street. I have two jobs, but they don’t even make the rent. My husband is working on commission (the only job he has been able to get) but they only pay monthly and he won’t even get the little he is entitled to till mid-January.
I know in my heart God is always there for us, please pray to him for us.
Once we get on our feet again, I want to help other people who are in similiar situations.

Please pray for me. I am having financial difficulties and cannot seem to get my “head above water.” I am going through a divorce and I am now even being sued by my own divorce attorney because I am having trouble coming up with the money to pay him. I am so depressed because according to him, I now owe him 5600.00 dollars instead of 2500.00 that I thought I owed. I am very scared, depressed and at my wits end. Please pray that I can somehow come up with the money so that my financial issues can be resolved.