Someone else's life.

I almost feel as if I must have accidentally tripped and fallen into someone else's life. I look around to see if anyone has noticed that I'm an imposter, and yet the neighbor's wave as if I belong here. The mail-lady delivers bills and letters and Hallmark cards decidedly printed with my name. No one has called the police. So I suppose what I'm feeling is shock and disbelief.

Single mother? Check.

No extra income? No child support? Check.

Underpaid teacher? Check.

Bad credit history? Check.

So, how in the world did I end up with this beautiful house of my dreams? This yard that stretches farther than my mind can travel, filled with crape myrtles and gardenias and lantana and dogwoods? These kind neighbors who smile and bring watermelon popcycles to my little boy?

I can only guess that God knew I was tired and wanted to give me a place to rest. How generous.