I met my husband in mental health housing. A little less than 2 years ago. We were married less than 3 months later. My husband was struggling with a serious poly drug addiction. He overdosed numerous times. Not only did I see God literally bring him back to life when I screamed out for Him not to do this to me, but God provided us with an apartment when the agency tried to break up our marriage by reusing to further house my husband after he had paid them thousands of dollars for his residency. Many miracles have occurred. Right now my husband is in rehab, for the first time in his life, which is a miracle. We have an apartment in a decent neighborhood, and we are looking for permanent housing and to start a business. Not to clear on the details of those last disclosures yet. But trusting God is the only way to go. It is scary sometimes. It can be frightening. But when I think of how far He has brought us already and all the events and how they unfolded I understand that we have very little control over our lives. But we can choose to do right when the choices come to us. We can choose to wait and do our best to neglect fear and wait for God's miracles. Thank God for caring about people who the world has deemed otherwise worthless.