This is one of the shittiest posts I’ve ever had to write but also one of the most important.

My sister Kelsie has been through hell. And she is clawing her way out of it with more strength, humility, and faith than I can even describe. She’s not asking for help — because she’s too proud, too hurt, and too heartbroken. But I’m asking. Because I know if the roles were reversed, she’d be the first one to show up for any of us.

If you know Kelsie, you know she’s worked the same job for over 6 years. She built relationships with regular customers, took care of her two kids her 10-year-old daughter and newborn son — and has helped everyone who ever needed her, when and if she could.

But last December, when her baby was just six weeks old, she made a decision that would change her life. She drove to Louisville to pick up her son’s father so he could spend time with them. On the way back, in McCracken County, they were pulled over. What she didn’t know was that he was carrying an obscene amount of drugs — fentanyl, cocaine, meth — you name it.

Kelsie had nothing to do with it. If you know her, you know she doesn’t mess with that stuff. Not then. Not ever. But he let her take the fall. And she spent the next 6 months in jail. Away from her babies. Away from her life.

Her daughter was safe with her dad. Her infant son, thank God, was cared for by two of Kelsie’s close friends. He was loved, held, taken to church. He smiled. He thrived.

And so did Kelsie, somehow. She completed a mom-and-baby rehab program. She reunited with her son. She chose Jesus. She gave her life to God and committed herself to healing mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

But when she finally came back to the same house she had held for over 6 years, she walked into devastation.

Her fridge, full of maggots.

Her clothes and her baby’s clothes, stolen.

Her furniture chewed up by dogs she never had.

Her water shut off.

Trash piled in the shower and in a shopping cart in the middle of her living room.

Holes in the walls. Doors kicked in.

Everything gone. Uninhabitable.

And the people responsible? The very ones she would’ve broken her back to help.

Now, she’s trying to rebuild her life. She got a job. A dear friend is letting her stay with them temporarily. But it’s time to start fresh; with a real home, a place where she can bring her kids and begin again.

And she can’t do it alone.

She needs help with:

* First month’s rent and a deposit

* Basic furniture

* Baby essentials

* Clothes for herself and her kids

* Just... a chance.

This isn’t a sob story. It’s a redemption story. Kelsie has already done the hard part, she survived what would’ve broken most people.

Now, she just needs a little help to take the next step.

If you can give — anything at all — please reach out. If you can donate furniture, baby items, or help in another way, I’ll make sure it gets to her directly. Let’s surround her with love, not shame. Let’s show her that there’s still good in this world — and that she’s still worthy of it.

Please share this post. Please pray. And if you feel called to help, I promise you’ll be part of something beautiful.

Let’s lift her up.