Perched on my roof, nailing a shingle in place, I heard bickering voices coming from below. My girls were fighting again.
Between taking care of the house, holding down three part-time jobs, and going to school, I was overwhelmed with just getting through life.
My daughters’ escalating voices reminded me of something I had just read for my graduate studies: statistics about the outcomes for kids from single-parent homes. Scary stats about drug use and poor grades and risky choices.
Was I failing as a single mom?
The hammer slipped and struck my thumb. Tears sprang to my eyes.
“God, please show me the way,” I prayed. “Don’t let my fears about my kids’ future overshadow my hope in you – help me to find the answers.”
My prayer that day turned into a passion for learning how faith can make a difference in single parenting – and that passion became the basis for my doctoral studies and later, a cornerstone for my counseling practice.
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