UPDATED 3/6/15: Painfully Honest {Facing Homelessness}

I’m going to preface this with an update, so you can read the update first and then decide whether or not to continue reading. 🙂 

This week, we received an overwhelming number of donations ($2480!) both through our Go Fund Me page and from our local Lions Club. We are now able to afford a new rental and have signed the lease and received the keys already!  

New House
Our crazy family sitting outside the front door to our new home! This the home that the Lord built. All are welcome in!


We called the VA, ORCCA and a few other organizations more than twice a week for three weeks solid and have never heard back from any of them, even after leaving messages each time. It’s been a frustrating situation, but in the end, it’s all worked out. 

Throughout this entire (scary) ordeal, God has been so good to us. He’s changed our hearts, taught us some hard lessons (like don’t ever pay more down on debts than you put into your savings account because the unexpected will happen) and to be humble and accept help when it’s needed. I never thought that there were so many people willing to help our family. My philosophy has always been that we help ourselves, help everyone else, but never ask for help. It’s embarrassing, shameful. 

It’s been a rough month, but God has seen us through and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for extending your generosity in prayer, time spent helping us, and for your donations of money. I’m eternally grateful. 


This is going to be a hard, hard post to write. My pride tells me to shut the computer now. Whatever I write will be grounds for immediate and complete humiliation both from people who do and do not know me personally.

On Valentine’s Day, my husband checked our mailbox only to find a retaliatory eviction notice from our landlord. I had called her a few days prior to inquire about a maintenance request that had been open for three months. I was forced to leave a message on her answering machine. A few minutes later, she called me back and informed me that she was not only not going to fix the maintenance request, she was asking us to leave because we are (her words, not ours) “not happy” in our current home. I ignored the voice mail at the time because I was so shocked by her words. I didn’t know what to say. Our answer came in the mail three days later, on Valentine’s Day – the eviction notice. We had 30 days to be out of current home.

The rental market is expensive and rentals are sparse during this season. Most rentals available right now are far over our price range or too small. We have two children with our first son, Jackson Henry Aaron due in three short months. This is a terrifying time to receive this news. We tried to peacefully resolve this issue with our landlord, but it doesn’t seem possible. Even when we informed her honestly and gently about our situation, telling her we will likely become homeless because we cannot afford to move at this time, she persisted in telling us firmly to leave or be forced out by law enforcement.

In addition to all of this, our eldest daughter has been having a lot of health issues and we’ve needed to seek a specialist to help her overcome these challenges. We’re still facing over $3000 in medical bills (above what our insurance will pay) for her surgeries needed to fix her broken arm this past autumn. Add to that, we owe the grand old state of Oregon nearly $1000 in taxes, due by my birthday, April 15th. Jackson is due May 27th and we know there will be expenses not covered by our medical insurance there, too. We are overwhelmed! We know God is with us and will never leave us or forsake us. We know He is working on these issues from His end, and that we need to pray consistently about this, as we have been doing.

We’ve been working and praying, trying to earn the money needed on our own. We’ve spoken to the VA, to USDA rural housing, to HUD housing, to ORCCA (ORegon Coast Community Action) and to rental company agencies. So far, only the rental companies have been helpful. They’re willing to help us move into a home that meets our needs and our budget, but we still somehow need to raise enough money to pay the deposits down.

What is so frustrating is that Anthony and I have been praying about our finances and knew we’d need to move soon, just not this soon. We’ve been putting most of our extra money into paying down debts so we could get our credit back up and move by the end of this year or beginning of next year. We prayed about nearly every purchase, every bill paid, every debt paid down, trying to be extremely careful with our money…and then this happens.

To top everything off, our county (who my husband works for) is facing a possible shut down at the end of June. My husband may be out of a job by then. He has prospects and has never allowed himself to be out of work for longer than necessary. He’s been sending out applications with law enforcement agencies all over the state, proactively. We’re working very, very hard to avoid homelessness, but…it’s just not enough.

So I turn to you…I humble myself and I turn to you and ask…is it possible for you to help us? We have 12 days until we have to be out of our home and nothing else we’ve tried has worked. We’re at the end of our ropes and don’t know what to do. We don’t have a safe place to take our children. We don’t know what to do. We’re praying and seeking God’s answers, and I just don’t know what He’s saying. I’m listening, I’m being patient, I’m thanking Him every morning for what we do have. I don’t know what else to do. Can you reach out and help at all? Can you at least pray for us? I believe in the power of prayer and I know that somehow…God will help us. I just don’t know how. There’s not even a homeless shelter for families where we are. If we were to go to a homeless shelter, the girls and I would go to one town, and Anthony would be in another, unable to visit us, per the rules of said homeless shelters. I just don’t know what to do!

I don’t know what else to say. I’m willing to answer any and all questions. I’m willing to do anything (within reason) to raise the money and to help my family. Today, I had a very scary few hours where I thought I was in labor 3 months early. I won’t get too graphic, but there were obvious signs of labor (beyond Braxton Hicks) and I was forced to lay down and rest for most of the day before the contractions stopped entirely. I know I wasn’t dehydrated because I’d drank about a gallon of water in the last 36 hours, plus a few glasses of juice. I don’t want to harm our baby, and I don’t want our kids to be scared. They’re so little and so precious. My Mama heart is breaking, thinking I can’t protect them. I keep crying out “Jesus, please help them!”

The following link is to a Go Fund Me page created by my husband last night. He was able to get most of next week off of work to help us move out of our current home. Next week is the last week we’ll have a roof over our heads unless we can raise the money necessary to get into a home. Without further ado, here’s the link because I just don’t know what else to say.

(Link removed due to goal being surpassed! Thank You, Lord!)


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