Being homeless with four children is something I never imagined for my life. It’s a daily fight—not just to survive, but to keep hope alive. Some days the weight of it all feels unbearable: sleeping in a shelter and what tomorrow may or may not bring. But through all the chaos, the uncertainty, and even the pain, one thing has never left me: my faith in God.

There are nights when tears fall as silently as prayers whispered in the dark. But even then, I know I’m not alone. God walks with me through every trial.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” – Psalm 46:1

This verse reminds me that God isn’t distant—He is present, right in the middle of our struggle. When I feel like giving up, when my strength is gone, I lean into His.

Despite our situation, my children still laugh. They still find joy in the smallest things. And that reminds me that God is still working. He hasn't forgotten us. We may not have our own home to call ours right now, but we have each other an we have a shelter that took us all in. We have a God, who promised us that this isn’t the end of our story.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.” – Jeremiah 29:11

That scripture gives me peace. It tells me that even in this dark season, God is planning something greater. There’s a future for me and my children, and it’s filled with hope—not harm.

Some people look down on us, as if homelessness defines our worth. But I know that in God’s eyes, we are still His beloved and this is not our final story. We are still chosen. And in our weakness, He is strong.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9

It’s not easy explaining to my kids why we’re going through this. But I tell them about God’s promises. I remind them that He fed Elijah with ravens, parted seas for Moses, and brought water from a rock. He’s the same God today and yesterday. If He did it before, He’ll do it again.

I believe that one day we’ll have a home of our own. I believe that every tear will be turned into joy. I believe this season is shaping me into a stronger mother, a deeper believer, and a more compassionate soul.

“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.” – Psalm 126:5

So I keep praying. I keep praising. I keep pressing forward—because faith isn’t about everything being perfect, it’s about trusting God even when it isn’t.

This season has changed my life. But not in defeat—in faith. I’ve seen God’s hand provide in unexpected ways. A stranger’s kindness. A warm meal. A safe place, even just for a night. Those are all little miracles I don’t take for granted.

And no matter what, I hold on to this promise:

“I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.” – Psalm 37:25

So I stand, even when it's hard. I believe, even when it hurts. I love, even when we lack. Because my God is still good—and He’s not done with us yet!

Thank you and God Bless