Angela

Standing alone in the darkened room, with only a small night-light illuminating the silently sleeping faces of my children. Tears poured down my face and a terrible fear gripped my heart. "Oh, God" I prayed. "I can't do this on my own."

I was 21 years old, my husband had left me one month earlier and as my one-year-old son Ben and my one-week-old son Luke lay unaware in their beds my world was crashing around me.

I was so afraid, afraid of how I’d financially support them, because I had nothing, afraid of what I’d do if one of them became sick, or got hurt, or died. I didn’t have a car, how could I get them to a doctor or to school, or get to the shops to buy them food. I had never felt so alone, or so terrified in my entire life.

And as fear completely overwhelmed me I felt God speak straight to my heart. “It’s Ok, I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you and your boys.” And with that a peace flooded my heart and my entire life. I knew I didn’t have anything but I knew I was going to be fine, more then fine. I knew that Ben, Luke and I were protected, loved, cared for and looked after by a God who loved us more then any husband or any person ever could.

And God has been faithful to us, financially, physically, spiritually and emotionally. I have the most amazing support system from my physical family and the people at my church who are as close as any family member.

“I lift up my eyes to the hills, ‘Where does my help come from. My help comes from the Lord the maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1

Ben is three now and doing so well in Montessori, Luke is two and never stops playing. They are healthy, happy, well-adjusted boys and I am so thankful for the wonderful life that we have. I know that things will be hard because life is hard, but I know I’ll never do any of it alone.