Good news

My back's not any better, but the news from Grace House was. I learned this morning that our conversation with the resident on Tuesday may have done some good. She's decided to stay, and to keep trying, to accept the help she's being offered. Thank you, Jesus.

So Barb (the parishioner that largely manages Grace House; she's a saint) gave her the want ads, and then reminded her to call Social Services and make an appointment to get her benefits straightened out. She's nervous about this; apparently the caseworker with whom she spoke last was less than pleasant to deal with. Barb confirms that the folks over there can be difficult, and condescending with their clients. Something of an attitude.

So, I've offered to go with her-- not to speak for her, but simply as backup. I fully expect, when we arrive in their office next Tuesday, that the staff will be both polite and helpful, and I will be able to sit silently through the interview. This would be a very good thing. I don't want to have to get cranky.