Rediscovering Faith

When I first walked into Agape, I was at the end of myself. I had already come out of an abusive relationship and was raising two little boys on my own, trying to hold life together with whatever strength I had left. When I found out I was pregnant again, I didn’t feel joy — I felt fear. I remember staring at that test in disbelief, my hands shaking. My closest friends told me I couldn’t do it. The baby’s father told me to end the pregnancy. They all said it would ruin me. And for a while, I believed them.

I thought about abortion. Not because I wanted to — but because I didn’t see another way. I was exhausted, financially strained, and terrified of facing more pain. I didn’t think I had it in me to start over.

But God had other plans.

When I found Agape, I expected judgment. Instead, I was met with kindness. They didn’t shame me, and they didn’t rush me. They listened. They prayed with me. They reminded me that I was loved, that God still saw me, and that He could make a way where I saw none. In that room, for the first time in months, I felt peace. I decided to choose life.

Then, at one of my doctor appointments, I heard the words that nearly broke me: “Your baby has an omphalocele.” Part of her organs were growing outside her body. I remember sitting in the parking lot after, sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. When I told Agape what the doctors said, they didn’t just offer comfort — they prayed. They gathered around me and prayed over my baby, asking God to heal what doctors said was impossible. I’ll never forget the way that room felt — quiet but powerful, like heaven itself was listening.

A month or so later, at one of my follow-up appointments, the doctor was stunned. The omphalocele was completely gone. There was no trace of it. They couldn’t explain how. But I could. God had healed her.

Agape rejoiced with me. They didn’t stop there — they stayed close through every step. When my daughter came early and had to be in the NICU, they checked on me through one of their nurses, offering comfort when I was scared and exhausted. When I finally brought her home, they helped organize a meal train so I could rest and focus on my recovery. Their support wasn’t just emotional — it was tangible, steady, and full of love.

And when money got tight and I didn’t know how I’d make it, Agape helped connect me with a job — a Christian-based company filled with compassion, grace, and understanding. It came exactly when I needed it most. That job became more than income. It became proof that God was rebuilding my life, piece by piece, through people who cared.

Now, when I look at my daughter, I see a living miracle. My boys adore her. They prayed for her before she was born and now they pray with her. Because of everything we’ve been through, we started going to church together. My boys finally know who God is — not as a story, but as someone who showed up for us.

Agape didn’t just help me choose life. They helped me rediscover faith, family, and hope. When the world told me I couldn’t do it, Agape — and God — showed me that I already was.