I will never forget the day or the look on either of the women’s faces as they walked through the front door of the Hope House. One was homeless, and one was an advocate.
The homeless woman I quickly found out was a mother who lost everything, including her children (three beautiful girls), a home, a car, a relationship, and more. The advocate I would learn was beating down doors and ripping at barriers because no one else would, and because she believed in this family with every fiber in her being. Click here to read more...