I had a sheltered life growing up.  There are actually many ways to describe my childhood.  My parents were loving, strict.   We never had much money, but I always knew my family was there for me, that I had a home and a bed; and breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which was always at 5:15 pm.  I always knew where we would be on Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, and Wednesday nights.  My parents looked out for me, kept me safe, provided stability.  My complaint would be that they were overprotective, if anything. So you see, I had a sheltered life growing up.

Now, I would never complain about having sheltered life.  I hope my children felt sheltered.  I pray that my children will shelter their children.

Shelter:  every child should have shelter.  If I get this job, I’ll be able to work for an organization that provides shelter for children and adults, and that endeavors to improve the ability of its adult clients to obtain and sustain shelter for themselves.  It is doing God’s work caring for widows and orphans, a cup of water for the least of these.