Shoes. Something most of us take for granted every day. Something that in my house can honestly be a nuisance. The fact is, I don’t have enough room in my closet for all of my shoes.
When you pull into the property at Restoration Village it’s like entering another world. Surrounded by thick groves of trees; flowers, birds, and butterflies greet you. As you continue up the driveway you’ll notice the lodge, further in is the pond, stables for the horses, and lots of quiet places to sit or walk.
Last night my 3rd daughter spent almost an hour sitting on the foot of my bed talking to me about college applications, visit days, ACT scores, and financial aid. Even though I’ve already sent two daughters to college, it’s still overwhelming. The choices… the paperwork… the second guessing and need to talk through everything.
“I drove into the woods alone, I was planning to drink myself to death. Then my sponsor came and found me and brought me back to Souls Harbor. ” Danny is just one of hundreds of men who have found a safe place at Souls Harbor over the last 30 years.
“We were waiting in the driveway of their foster home and they got off the school bus. They came running down and all of a sudden Corey said “Daddy” and I just lost it and then Shamarion kept saying “Daddy” and that’s a word they hadn’t said in a long time, that was a really powerful moment.
After more than ten years of being a stay at home mom reentering the workforce was overwhelming to me. I remember the first time I sat down to create a resume. I couldn’t figure out if diaper changing, cooking 3 meals a day for 4 picky kids, and refereeing fighting toddlers went under “skills” or “strengths”.
That couch you can’t figure out what to do with, those clothes in the back of your closet, the toys your kids don’t play with anymore? Things that seem useless to one person could change someone else’s life. It is helping change Michelle's life.
Three years ago I found myself sitting in my car in a parking lot on a Friday night. I knew I needed to get out of the car and go in but I was afraid. I was also desperate, and that night I let desperation win.
"How's grandma doing?" I ask over the phone. It's been a few months since her fall, and it's been a slow road to recovery. She was grateful to be able to stay with my parents for a few weeks, but she was ready to be back in her familiar space.
I sat with my head leaning on my hand, my eyes glazing over as I stared at the computer screen and scrolled through my bank account. I knew enough to know it wasn't good for it to be going out faster than it was coming in.