Proverbs 14:1 Every wise woman buildeth her house, but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.
Josephine lived with her three children alone in a abandoned apartment, her husband of three years had left her fours years ago.  Just one night he went out to the bar and never returned, it had been a sad time, but not a surprising one.
Josephine had been raised as a child in a suburban area of Mississippi by her God fearing parents, Mavis and Joe.  Every Sunday morning they would walk five miles up the road to the church, on the way they would sing hymns.  Sometimes her dad would tell them stories of Daniel, Job, or other Bible stories to make the trip seem shorter.  She would fondly remember her mom singing hymns in the kitchen or while doing housework to make the load lighter on her.
It was her strong upbringing that kept her spirits high when her husband walked out and left her, it was by God's grace she found the will to carry on and continue in her life.  She praised the Lord for her three children and carried on faithfully, thanking him every step of the way.  Now that she was older things had changed somewhat from the carefree days of her youth, it was a struggle to get her kids ready to go to church on Sundays.  She would pray every night to the Lord for help, and to guide the young children aged three, four, and five.  All too young to care for themselves, and too needy to give her any rest.  She pressed on however, and day by day the children grew.
One Sunday she entered into the church, she glanced around at her brothers and sisters, all whom helped her raise her children.  She could not afford a babysitter on her salary working in the factory, her lowly job of counting straws that were put into sacks to make sure the right number were inside.  She did not feel sad, but content that she had a job, and the Lord always provided food for her and her children and they always had clothes to wear.  But this one Sunday it was different, a new preacher stood in the pulpit.  She sat her children down in the nursery and walked inside the inner sanctum.  After the hymns were sang and the greetings ceased the new preacher stood to preach.
It was an odd story to her, one of God's will to provide to his children, but not in anyway she had heard before.  It seemed almost as if the words were crystal clear to her, she would get a new job and start a new life.  So after church she gathered her children.
Brother Charles walked up to her, he owned a construction firm on the east side of town, his wife would babysit the kids from time to time.  "I've been meaning to ask you," he slightly smiled and looked almost embarrassed.  "Though I couldn't call because of your current situation leaving you without a phone...", he tried to skirt around the subject politely.  "But there is an opening in my office for a secretary, Miss Plen left us.  She got married to ol' John Guess and moved out to Alabama with him and they started up their own business out there."  He walked around to her right side, "You can keep the kids up there too, I don't mind.  You know since the wife and I can't have kids