Here's the second story:

In 2000, I was looking for what is now called a certified family home.  I 
spent part of a weekend with a prospective Christian couple.  I really 
wanted to live with them, but after I was with them, they decided that they 
wouldn't be able to give me the attention I deserve, because they had a 
niece and nephew teenagers living with them because they came from a broken 
home, and I guess they needed special disciplinary and emotional support 
themselves.  Two years later, when I was forced to move out of my first such 
home, I called them again.  the children were still there, and would 
probably spend the rest of their childhood there.  "Maybe five years down 
the road," I remember the man saying.  Well, this year is about 5, so I 
tried to call them yet again.  Every time I tried, I always ended up with 
this business message, of which I didn't understand everything, so I did 
some searches online, but couldn't seem to access more info without having 
to pay for it, in case they'd moved away.  I decided to leave a message, 
then let it go.  But after that, the construction worker had to take down my 
phone for awhile.  With that, I figured that maybe they tried to reach me, 
but couldn't, so I decided to try once more.  At some point, the message was 
changed to say that they wouldn't be available until a certain date, which I 
didn't understand, so I did not leave another message, but eventually asked 
my helper, Larry, to call and listen to it.  I didn't fully expect him to 
get someone  to answer, but, lo and behold, he did!  Apparently, the man's 
mother answered, maybe expecting a call from someone, but not usually 
wanting to respond because of a stuttering problem.  Larry explained who he 
was, and that I was looking to see if I could live there.  She said the 
house is full now, but they would be back the next week, and I could talk 
with them.  It seems that I heard someone say hello once when I tried; Other 
than that, it seems a miracle, and that God is giving me an opportunity, but 
I don't know if it's a test or a go-ahead message.  I'll probably have to 
wait, though, for I don't know how long.  Only God knows.  Isn't it 
wonderful that He knows everything, and knows what's best for all? 
Personally, I wish there could be a trade, me who likes to go out and do 
things freely with care providers who can and like to, and someone else who 
prefers to stay home.  Also the Little Piggy who stays home might require 
more care, and thus would give the workers more pay.  Again, I'd appreciate 
your prayers, and don't forget the radio/other ministries!

thanks again!

Sharon