I was homeless in October of 2020. I had a bag of clothes and nothing else. I hadn’t spoken to most of my family in years. I missed my father’s funeral because I was too ashamed of who I had become.
And then the phone rang.
Four years later, I have my family back. I have my faith. I have my sobriety. I get to watch my boys grow up.
God wasn’t finished with me. I’m willing to bet He’s not finished with you either.