After being in a turbulent relationship that was going nowhere good, I ended up in a discipleship program in Chattanooga, TN. During one of my attempts to “fix” the relationship, I ended up renting out my condo and moving in with my boyfriend at the time. When things got bad, I lost everything I had in storage and was without a home.

While I was in Renew, the loss really didn’t hit me until I completed the program and moved out. It was then that I really had to face the reality that I had nothing at this point — no furniture and no home of my own.

An eight-year drug addiction had taken everything from me and eventually left me homeless.

I would hop from house to house, hotel to hotel, and sometimes I just stayed outside on the streets. Needless to say, I had honestly forgotten what it felt like to have a home.

My house felt drab and depressing and I didn’t want to invite people in. I had tried unsuccessfully to make my house cozy and inviting for years, but my strong aversion to clutter made it difficult for me to buy all the decorative pieces that really bring a room together.

Then Kaysie came to the rescue.

I was living day-to-day in survival mode. The desire I once had to create my house into a home was squashed by a bigger desire to get high just to feel like I could function through the day. Our house was simply a place where we would eat, sleep and do the necessary things in life. It was full of mismatched furniture and chaos. It was dark and heavy because I was dark and heavy. It lacked purpose, joy and security for my family and anyone else who entered. 

“Oppressive”, “DARK”, “cave-like”, “packed with crap”, “tiny” all words I wrote in my journal describing where I live. I would turn the corner onto our road and immediately get a horrible pit in my stomach dreading going into this house.” My kids refused to ask friends over because it was embarrassing and “really yulky”.

Needless to say, my family did not have a “HOME.”