Stacy hit the ground—not on her knees, but flat on her face. Her grandson’s latest violent outburst had pushed the family past their breaking point.  Gasping for air in her bedroom, she cried out to God through tears that wouldn’t stop. “God, I can’t breathe. Help me breathe.”

She was nineteen with an unplanned pregnancy—unwed, with no husband on the horizon. Her boyfriend disappeared when he learned the news. Desperate and alone, she cried out to God, but would He listen after what she had done?

Parenting again meant more than routines—it meant addressing deep scars of neglect and abandonment inflicted by his mother, Stacy’s adopted daughter. “Loving him wasn’t enough,” Stacy admits. “No matter how much we poured into him, the wounds he carried ran deeper than anything we could reach.”

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