Ursula (Unemployed and Homeless)

For months now, I’ve been living in my car. I’ve looked for work, but the doors just don’t seem to open. I feel invisible, forgotten. But last night, in the quiet of my car, I prayed—'God, I don’t know where to turn. Please help me. I can’t do this on my own.' This morning, I walked into a local shelter, and they offered me a bed and food for the night. It wasn’t the breakthrough I expected, but it was enough to remind me that God sees me. Prayer doesn’t always change everything at once, but it changes me, and that makes all the difference.