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I was that 22 year old mom at the checkout line using her food stamps card and handing over her WIC checks. I remember late nights being up praying and crying, asking God for a way. I remember having this deep down desire to be home with my baby, but knowing financially it wasn’t possible. I remember having so much credit card debt, that it haunted me to even get gas or buy diapers. I was praying for a miracle, because I knew with God anything was possible. So, although it didn’t make sense, and I didn’t know how it would happen, I knew somehow/someway there was going to be a miracle...so, I continued to pray each day....
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