Please Help Fight Homelessness

Hello,
My name is Brandi.
Im the wife of David Richardson and we have six beautiful children.  Three boys and three girls. My husband and I were childhood friends. We had our first child right out of high school. Soon married after. We had great jobs, great house, cars etc.... Living the American Dream or so we thought.....
Our worlds changed dramatically  In March of 2006. We had our third child.
He is David Jr. He is our miracle. He is the first male child to be born on my side of the family, after 7 generations of women.
But David was born severely disabled.
He was born with a genetic disorder that caused a lot of dysfunction and abnormalities in his little body. He was born with DiGeorge Syndrome, Pierre Robin Sequence,  Cleft Palate,  Seizures, Low Calcium, Cardiovascular Ring, Trachealmalacia, HypoThyroidism, Auto Immune Deficiency ect... Each one of theses things caused an array of other problems in his body.
After his birth David would never see the outside world until two year of age. He would experience his heart stopping and being recesitated over 11 times before the age of 2.
He was medically paralyzed.  We lived in the hospital with him from birth until age 2.
I suffered a great deal of depression at this time. We were being told by Dr's,  Parents, Loved ones to pull the plug on David consistently.  We were told by the Dr's David had a 1% chance of survival. But after speaking with my Pastors wife. She told me that God would bring my son up from his death bed. That my son would be a testament of Gods love. My Pastor also called the 700 club and they prayed, and my church and other churches were praying. It gave me hope. I believed God would heal my son. It was a life line. A glimmer of hope. And we held on so tightly. And God did exactly what he said he would do. And overtime David was able to come home. And we have definitely had health battles since then. But day by day. David lives!!!! He walks, smiles, laughs, expresses himself the best way he can. He doesn't yet talk, he is learning to eat. The trache has been removed although he still has the g-tube to eat. I know these things are temporal.  David is now 12! And though he is a full time job,  he has come such a long way.
In and through all of this my husband has been my rock. My support. My best friend, The Love of my life.
I've watched him work so hard to support us.
Try to get us out of debt.  I watch him struggle with his image as a father and husband.
He feels he's failed us because of how we struggle. He feels he's failed our son David, because he cant fix it and take all the bad away. And now more than ever.
I returned to work 3years ago to help my husband. But 4 months ago I lost my job.
This was a huge blow to us. Because we lived check to check. It caused us to go backwards once again. 
We've been evicted from our home.
And we've nowhere to go.
We are literally waiting for the sheriff officer to come lock the doors.
We are crushed on every side.
I couldn't begin to describe how this has nearly utterly broken my families spirit.
I'm pleading to anyone. As a mother and as a wife.
Please help keep my family off the street.
Please help!!!!