Last time (before i rabbit trailed a couple times), we were in Melrose Kansas, where i met my friend, Hannah, 14.
We lived in Melrose for 10 months, and then we moved to Missouri.
At first we stayed with a pastor family in Chillicothe, Missouri. I don't remember exactly what the plan was or anything, but there we were. The idea was for us to stay there just long enough for Mom and Dad to find work and a place to live.
The thing about this short stay is how God answered my fervent prayers.
I don't remember their house being a bad place to stay or anything, but at some point, i know we were really ready to have our own place, but things just kept stopping progress somehow. One day, i curled up in one of those round wicker things with a big round cushion, and i just wept before the Lord, and i asked Him to PLEASE give us our own house. That same day my parents came home with keys to our own house.
It still makes me tear up...the feeling to know that God was listening to me, and He heard my prayer, and He acted on my behalf. He proved Himself to me that day. And 21 years later, i have not forgotten.