Claire- (Single Mother, Nurse)

Every day feels like a race against time. I wake up before the sun, trying to get my kids ready for school, then I rush to my shift at the hospital. Between the exhaustion and the never-ending bills, I’m barely holding on. Last night, I collapsed in bed and said a prayer—something simple, something raw. 'God, please don’t let me lose my strength. Please help me keep going.' This morning, I woke up to a message from a friend asking if I needed help with groceries. I know that’s not just coincidence. Prayer is the breath I take when I have nothing left to give.