I live in a sober living home underneath the poverty line by miles, and my room just flooded, and options are limited. I had a dream the other day of my 7 veces little Santa statue on the outskirts of a puddle and it looked like she was smiling. None of my things were damaged, unlike the last flood here when I got clean, and I was offered a management position (no rent or overhead) and I have a job prospect, which means I could "get out" so to speak. She parlayed a disaster and act of God into an opportunity for me. I am a dedicated devotee, but I am not perfect by any means, and she showered me in grace. Working with her and for her has never done anything but save my life, over and over again. Overcome with love and gratitude right now.