I never believed parenting could break my heart until I became a stepmom to two teenagers who resented my presence. Through sleepless nights, constant arguments, and feeling like an outsider in my own home, I found solace and strength in prayer and the belief that God was by my side. This is the story of how faith became my anchor when love alone wasn’t enough.
One stormy night, I watched my family unravel right in front of me, the kitchen table becoming the battleground for anger, secrets, and pain. Clinging to my faith and desperate prayers, I fought to hold us together as old wounds resurfaced and tough truths came out. In the end, it was grace, not answers, that helped us begin again.
One winter morning, my husband and I faced an eviction notice with only twenty dollars left in our bank account. Prayer became our lifeline as we navigated job loss, mounting bills, and the shame of asking for help. Through faith, unexpected kindness, and a series of small miracles, we found hope and a path forward, learning that God’s grace shows up even in the darkest moments.
