#kingdomovereverything

I remember I lived at this share accommodation and my tenancy agreement had ran out. She gave me a month notice to leave.

I knew I didn’t have enough in the bank. So I decided to take out a payday loan for another. I was so angry and upset I constantly snapped at people. This one particular day at work my boss was getting on my nervous I snapped unprofessionally. As a result he fired me.

Months and months went by as I lived on the streets. I lost everything. All I had was a bag-pack full of essentials I would need to survive.

I remember I was asked this particular person for some money and they accused me of using it for drugs or alcohol. But I don’t take drugs or drink alcohol. I watched him walk over to another man and shock his hand. He pointed over to me angrily as if I was an embarrassment to society. So I kept my head down because I didn’t want any trouble.

Moments later someone tapped me on the shoulder and called out my name. As I looked up it was my former boss that fired me.

He asked me how I ended up on the streets. So I explained what happened from the notice, payday loan and how angry I was. He facial expression changed. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. He was so sorry he couldn’t express it enough.

But then something remarkable happened...he took me for some food (because I was hungry), booked me into a hotel for a few days so I can get a decent kip and have a proper wash.

One the finally day of hotel, I had to leave at 11am on the dot. I was able to rest properly and I was clean. My former boss knocked on my door a precisely 10.30am. He sat me day and told me that he couldn’t allow me to go back to streets for something that easily could have been avoided.

He offered me my job back, but with a pay increase. Also, he had already prepaid 3 months in advance on a long term tenancy for a room in a shared house aimed at professionals.

My heart was overwhelmed. I couldn’t believe how God change it. He encouraged me that i should have said something at the time, but he respected why I didn’t because of the embarrassment.

I had to tell my story. I was homeless.