By I Am Re’nee
Yesterday reminded me why I can’t afford to stay down.
I almost missed orientation at FedEx—something I had prayed and fought for, as the job I currently have is basically a sweat shop, making $11.50hr working 12hr shifts was taking a huge tole on my body. Woke up sick I had the wrong address in the app, and the driver and I ended up going in circles. If you know Houston, you know that getting lost here isn’t just stressful—it’s overwhelming.
We circled so many times. That’s when I broke down.
I started to cry. My chest got tight.
I tried to update the destination in the app, but it told me it would be $39 more—money I didn’t have. I felt defeated. I thought, “This is it. I’m going to miss this blessing.”
But then… she stepped in.
The driver turned to me and said, “Calm down. Where do you need to go?” firmly, in a motherly pull yourself together tone.
She canceled the ride right there so I wouldn’t be charged more. She didn’t have to do that—but she did. She asked for the address again, and this time I entered a different one
We finally made it.
She looked at me and said, “If this still isn’t it, I’ll take you to the next one.”
That woman was literally heaven-sent.
God spoke to me through her. She didn’t just get me there—she got me through.
She even told me, “If you can get $300, I’ll help you get a car. I know someone who will work with you.” Then she gave me her number. I knew then—this moment was bigger than a Lyft ride. It was a divine detour.
I made it to orientation. And then… I realize the little money I had left I needed to order door dash for the kids. I sat there for a moment, called my dad. I then texted my church member, she couldn’t leave her kids. I remembered the woman I use to be I’ve walked that walk before. So, at that very moment I started walking home.
No ride. No food. No water.
Heat rising. Bugs biting.
My body was already tired. But I remembered St. Louis—how I used to walk to work, walk to provide, walk with no other option but forward.
What I didn’t realize was that this wasn’t St. Louis.
I live in the country now.
That walk was about to be four hours.
Still—I kept moving. Until, about an hour in…
A church member texted me and told me I was crazy to attempt to take that walk. She met me at the park I barely made it to and picked me up.
Unplanned. Unexpected.
Just God.
Right before my body gave out, right when I started wondering how much longer I could take it, help showed up.
Again.
I don’t have all the answers. But I have undeniable proof that I’m not alone.
I don’t know how I’ll get to work every day.
I don’t know how my body will hold up.
But I do know this:
Girl, get up.
Even when the road turns you around.
Even when you’re crying in the backseat.
Even when you’re down to your last dollar.
Even when nothing makes sense.
Get up anyway.
Because you weren’t made to give up.
Because favor will find you—even in a Lyft.
Because purpose doesn’t require perfection—it just requires your yes.
I am Re’nee.
I am chosen.
I am covered.
I am limitless.
This journey is not easy. But it’s mine. And every tear, every wrong turn, every mile walked in faith is another part of my testimony.
So if you’re in a storm right now, hear me when I say:
You are not forgotten. You are not overlooked. Help is coming.
Just hold on and take the next step—even if it’s shaky.
Girl, get up.
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