I first came to the House of Hope through an anonymous gift of Phase I of the Ultimate Journey. I was struggling with never feeling like enough as a wife and mother and grieving a recent miscarriage. I was fighting to survive at life and decided I had nothing to lose.
I brought my brokenness and pain and hoped to find something, anything that assured me I was not alone.
The House emanates such grace, love, acceptance, peace and safety that I found hope in simply resting in this space. I found facilitators and staff who were people like me with struggles of their own, seeking the hope of Jesus. I found a strength in admitting weakness and asking for help. I was not alone!
Through the class, I came to recognize unhealthy patterns in my life, labels I had taken on and baggage I didn’t realize I was carrying. I found tools to restructure my thought processes and the patterns I live by.
I now have the resources to handle the challenges and struggles that I encounter, including a wealth of girlfriends standing at the ready to pray for and support me, and the confidence in who I am as a woman and a child of God that overflows into my roles as wife, mother and friend.