An Extention To The Family

I was rough sleeping in the bush, in an old camper that stopped driving. Someone worst off than me rented the other stationed camper my father had on his property. There was no running water on the land so charging for rent was a hit and miss ordeal, so I asked for enough money to pay my phone and Internet while rough sleeping in pitch darkness. Pitch blackness was ideal for my guest due to the nature of their rondivu. I thanked my God for the income, for it was another miracle in God's providence. While I was away, my sons had an unwelcomed stranger snooping among our camp so he held up the gun my father owned to which the intruder negotiated a generator for his life. Of course, it was my middle boy who made the negotiation to my horror. I found the man and apologised to the horror of my sons, and we all became friends to the horror of the devil. The bush became too much for my sons, so they sold the gun to our new friend and left me to find suitable housing with their mother and new husband.
With no one to fend for but myself, I became reluctant to work as other times for my upkeep, so the rental idea worked for multiple purposes. To keep food on my table, keep my phone ringing, and extra eyes open at night while I slept. 
It was during this period when walking to church, an elderly couple picked me up to take me to church. After church, they would feed me then take me to the bush. However, the husband noticed that the time I spent at the house, there was no argument between He and his misses. So he asked me to take his bedroom while he slept on the couch (no! Not in the same bed as his wife, they had two separate rooms in the same house). I thought it strange, but with the wife fully in agreement and her food acceptional I said yes. I stayed with them for many months and peace reigned in the home where once hostility brewed. A few times I had to remind the wife of her heart, and the husband of his bid for heaven. It was not a difficult task because we all loved Jesus, but now and again strife from a look or miss place word just needed a referee to blow the whistle with light laughter to calm everyone down again in time for sleep. Only one incident, that made me run for cover. I came in the house and the misses, was almost in her birthday suit, to which the man of the house in his pampers bade me to always knock, Notwithstanding I had a key. I still smile today from the fact that even the elderly take issue far beyond valid when it comes to viewing what can't be used. 
The day came when I was leaving, to move to another country. As a matter of fact the day I was leaving was the day the elderly couple had a meeting with the rental officer about my being at the house. GOD'S timing has always fascinated me. But before I left, I went to the wife and told her about her heart and that if she wanted to live, fussing would not be in her best interests. She agreed, but I gave her my famous Poach eyes (my oldest son has a look I had to steal). With those words and others to the man of the house, I left. Not too long after I was settled in another country I heard the wife had passed away. Turned out that they got into it as before, and she moved out. In moving out, in her new surroundings, fussing and tripping her heart gave out. I was saddened, for she was peace loving with help, but a pitbull over her mother and children. We meet as strangers and become friends only to end up as extended family. To the loved ones we may never see again this side of Jordan, here here, RIP... till we can hug beside the Tree of Life. 
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