But when God is taking you somewhere, He usually opens the door. You only have to be willing to walk when He does. The door opened for us when Ben’s friend in Memphis helped us get a grant from a private donor to pay for our move into the community. Before I knew it, I, Darragh, and all of our belongings were on our way. Not long after we settled into our tiny cul-de-sac house on Mimosa Avenue in the Binghampton neighborhood, Darragh and I realized just how much we would need God’s help.
