I am not one of those people who look at a big house full of boxes, and ripped apart floors, and bare windows and says, Okay let's get started! I tend to feel much more disorganized and overwhelmed amidst utter chaos, rather than energized and efficient. So, as I sit in the middle of my war zone, I cry out to God, "Hear my cry, O Lord!" I know amidst other trials that are faced in life, this can seem rather petty, but for me it is a deep pit of despair. To God nothing is small, and He answers me, "I am the God of your father Abraham. Do not be afraid, for I am with you." And He shows me, "God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day." Praise be to God, I believe He is good and kind despite my feelings of hopelessness at the moment.