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✨ From Scraps to God Showing Up ” Rock Bottom “

By I Am Renee

There are moments in life when survival looks like scraping together whatever’s left in the cabinets and calling it “dinner.” That was me, just days ago. I had $18 to my name, no car, and a heart heavy with guilt watching my babies eat scraps. I think they said the food was “good” just to protect my feelings. And that hurt even more.

I missed work — again.

Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had to choose between getting there or feeding my kids.
I sat in silence, numb.
Heartbroken.
Feeling like I failed.
Two jobs. No way to get to either.
And a voice inside whispering, “You’re at rock bottom.”

But even in that moment… I still talked to God.
Through tears.
Through exhaustion.
Through questions like, “What am I supposed to do now?”

And then… God showed up.

He didn’t come loud. He came soft but sure.
Through a church member who brought food not — because I asked, but because God heard what I couldn’t even say out loud.
Through a paid light bill and a few warm meals, I could serve with dignity.
Through just enough to get us through another day.

It wasn’t a flood of blessings — it was just enough.
Enough to breathe. Enough to believe again.
And I realized… this is how God works.

He meets us at the scraps.
He sees us in the struggle.
He answers prayers wrapped in silence and tears.
And He reminds us:

“You’re not forgotten. This pain has purpose. Hold on.”

I may still be walking through the fire.
I still need to get to work. I still need a car. I still have dreams for my family that feel miles away.
But now, I know something deeper:
I’m not alone.

From scraps to hope,
From silence to provision,
From rock bottom to rising…

God is still writing my story.
And I’m still standing.

🕊️ If you’re there too — tired, empty, feeling unseen — know this:

You don’t have to have it all together to be covered.
Sometimes, God sends just enough to prove He’s still near.
And even at your lowest… you are still worth showing up for.

With love,
I Am Renee

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Girl, Get Up.

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.

💛 Did this reflection speak to you?

Comment below and share your story. Let’s heal out loud—together.

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“When Home Becomes Holy: Faith-Bonding as a Family After Baptism

A few months ago, my children and I took a major step in our faith journey and were baptized together. That moment, it was about starting over as a family, realigning with our faith and God, and choosing to love and draw closer even doing our brokenness.

Due to my illness and not having transportation, church in the traditional sense has not been possible for us lately. Knowing that couldn’t be the end of our growth as it just began. So, we made a decision:

If we couldn’t go to church, we’d bring church home.
Over the last few days, our living room has become a space of healing, honesty, faith and family bonding.
Bible study is now our family time.

It hasn’t been perfect.
There has been tension, resistance and plenty of tears.
But there’s also been breakthroughs, bonding, and baby steps as we draw closer as a family.

My oldest son even said, “If you’re going to be a life coach, you’ve got to be able to lead.”
So, I’m learning to lead again — not in spite of my illness, but through it.
I’m healing out loud. With my kids by my side.

To other mothers trying to pour from an empty cup — I see you.
Let this be your reminder that you don’t need a building to bring your babies closer to God.
Start small. Open that Bible. Create safe space. Pray out loud, even when it hurts.
Let your home become holy ground, it starts there.

This journey hasn’t been the easiest by far, but it’s ours — and I believe God is doing something beautiful with our broken pieces. We’re not a perfect family, but we are a faithful one, learning how to trust again, pray again, and love again. If our story can inspire just one mom, one child, or one family to start seeking God together — then it’s worth every tear we’ve cried along the way. 💛

From our home to yours: keep going, keep growing, and keep God right in the center of it ALL.

With love,
Renee | I Am Renee
#FamilyFaith #HealingTogether #LegacyInTheMaking

I’ll be sharing the study guides, affirmations, and printable devotionals I’ve been creating to help other moms and kids who want to grow together. Healing is possible. Faith makes it doable. 💛

💬 I’d love to hear from you!
What part of this blog spoke to your heart?
Scroll down and drop a comment below — I read them all!

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The Fight Within Me

Today my shift was canceled.
I’d say it was a bittersweet moment for me.
I needed that $138 more than anything.
But truth is — my body wasn’t ready for the pain I would’ve pushed through to earn it.

I woke up from a nap dizzy, head pounding, smelling things that aren’t even there. Phantom symptoms from a very real fight inside of me.

Now it’s 7 PM.
I should’ve been an hour into that warehouse — drenched in sweat, pushing through slave-like work, gripping tools with hands that barely feel anymore.
All for $11.50 an hour.

But instead, I’m here.
Still. Quiet.
And for the first time in days, I’m sitting with my thoughts — wondering what God is trying to tell me.

Maybe He’s reminding me:
I’m not just a worker.
I’m a woman. A mother. A soul.
And there’s something greater for me than barely surviving.

I don’t have the answers tonight.
But I have the fight within me.
And that’s something money can’t buy.

#TheFightWithin #StillWorthy #ReneesReflections #IfNotNowWhen #BrainTumorWarrior #MotherhoodUnfiltered #GodITrustYou

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🕊 If Not Now, When? — Renée’s Reflection “I’m Digging Myself Out”

A year and a half ago, I said to myself:
“If not now, when?”

One year and a half ago, I asked myself a question that shook my entire life:

“If not now, when?”

The truth is… when had been holding me hostage.
My mindset had already shifted, but my location, my habits, and even my energy were stuck in survival mode. I had outgrown the very place I was born and raised.
My soul craved more—even in the middle of the storm that was my health.

Sick and unsure, I still knew one thing with clarity:
I had to get my children into a better environment.


🌪 Life Has a Way…

Life has a way of reminding you that you’re never fully in control.
Even when I felt like I was living in a trance, stuck in a body that felt like it was betraying me—God showed up. And He’s been showing OUT for me and my children ever since.

But lately? I’ve felt stuck.
Like truly stuck.

I let the tumor take over—not just physically, but mentally and spiritually.
I started thinking about running back to what was familiar…
Old habits, old patterns, even considering moving back to the very city I once escaped from—St. Louis.

Now don’t get me wrong: not everything or everyone in St. Louis is broken.
But that place represents a chapter I must rewrite.
Still, out of pain and exhaustion, I almost went back. I even told my kids I was thinking about it.


✨ May 16th: When God Spoke Loud

The night before, I cried to a friend.
I was overwhelmed.
Lost.
Tired of being strong.

But then came May 16th. I had a doctor’s appointment that I could not miss—

And while I was here in Houston, trying to process my life…

A tornado struck St. Louis.
Not just any part—the very neighborhoods I’d just considered returning to.
The city’s West and North Sides were hit in ways no one expected.

It was God.
Clear as day.
He gave me my answer.


🛠 I’m Digging Myself Out

That storm wasn’t just in St. Louis—it had been inside me.
And now?

💛 I’m done letting it bury me.
💛 I’m not just surviving anymore.
💛 I’m digging.

God handed me a shovel, and I’m using it.

I may not know how long it’ll take, but this I do know:
I’m coming out.


🌻 Final Thoughts

I never fully gave myself permission to live here in Houston.
I was just existing, away from chaos—but not truly free.
Now? I’m reclaiming that freedom.
I’m giving myself the permission I’ve been waiting for.

If you’ve ever felt stuck…
If you’ve ever wanted to run back to what broke you just because it’s familiar…

Let this be your sign:

Pick up your shovel.
Start digging.
Your comeback is buried under everything that tried to keep you stuck.

With love, fire, and full transparency,
— I Am Re’nee