Life Beyond The Sight Of Darkness
Life Beyond The Sight of Darkness was created for you — because I know what it's like to feel tired, unseen, and overwhelmed. I know what it's like to be stuck in a season that feels too heavy to carry alone.
I've been there. I've walked through blindness, trauma, and loss. I've had moments where hope felt impossible, where I couldn't see a way forward. And in those dark places, I learned something: God hasn't forgotten us. Even when we can't see Him, He's there.
This space — it's my way of reaching back. It's for the nights when you're hurting and don't know who to tell. It's for the days when you're just trying to survive. Here, you'll find honesty. No pretending, no perfect answers. Just Scripture, encouragement, and someone who understands.
Friend, I need you to know something: you're not alone in this. I see you. God sees you. And together — one day, one step, one breath at a time — we're going to find the light again.
Life Beyond The Sight Of Darkness
Episode 3 What If Home Isn’t A Place But The People Who Hold You Up?
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What happens to a family when the rent spikes, the keys change hands, and the only open space left is a living room floor? We pull back the curtain on losing our home, cramming into a two-bedroom, and learning how instability rewires your body to stay on alert. It’s raw, honest, and anchored in the small mercies that kept appearing—a door opened by an aunt, a couch offered by friends, a meal dropped on the worst day—signs that provision often arrives through people.
We go straight at a hard truth about addiction and responsibility. You can love, pray, set boundaries, and show up, but you can’t force sobriety or carry someone else’s choices. Naming that releases false guilt and makes room for healthy support. From there, we talk about how pain can evolve into purpose without sugarcoating the journey: name what hurts, listen for a nudge, and ask how your experience might serve someone else. That’s how trust is built in real communities—Celebrate Recovery, honest church groups, and small circles where vulnerability is welcome.
We also widen what “homeless” can mean. Maybe you’re not sleeping outside but feel displaced in your family, career, or even your own body. Faith reframes that ache as a search for belonging, a home that looks like peace, people, and being fully known. Along the way we share practical resources—hotlines, 2-1-1, local shelters—and reflective prompts to spot the quiet miracles you might have missed. If you’re carrying the weight of instability, you’re not invisible, and you’re not alone. Subscribe, share this with someone who needs hope, and leave a review to help more people find a place to belong with us.
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Have you ever felt like you didn't have a place to call home? Have you ever experienced the instability of not knowing where you'll sleep next week or next month? Have you ever watched your family fall apart and felt completely powerless to stop it? If you have, today's episode is for you. Last week, we talked about childhood trauma and the wounds we carry. Today, we're going deeper into what happened years later after my parents separated. Because the trauma didn't end there, in fact, things were about to get harder in ways I never expected. Today I'm sharing about homelessness, about instability, about watching my siblings struggle, about the constant moving, the constant uncertainty, the constant feeling of not having a solid ground beneath my feet. So grab your coffee, friend. This one's going to be real. But there's hope on the other side. Let's go. It was sometime in January or February in the early nineties. I can't remember exactly when, but that's when my family lost our home. Our landlord passed away and a rental company took over the property. They raised the rent so much that we couldn't afford to stay, so we had to leave. My family ended up separated. Thankfully, my Aunt Patty welcomed us into her home. I won't pretend there weren't any tensions, there definitely were. Just picture it, five adults and a teenager all living in a two bedroom apartment. It was crowded, to say the least. My parents slept on the living room floor, and my aunt and uncle thought it would be best for me to share a room with my cousin. At first, that worked, but my snoring kept my cousin awake. Everyone needs sleep, so the next day I moved into the living room with my parents and took a corner for myself. My snoring was still a problem, and people joked about putting a sock in my mouth if I didn't stop. It was tight quarters, and everyone was always on top of each other. But we were family and tried our best to make it work. Not everyone is lucky enough to find a safe and warm place with family or friends as we did. My sister and brother needed somewhere to go, and thankfully, friends took them in. But their living situation wasn't any better. But I believe prayer works. You have to let God step in to help those you love. It may not happen right away, and you need to be patient because God works in his own time, not ours. You might feel helpless, scared, angry, or guilty for not being able to fix things. But it's not your fault, and it's not your job to fix everything. Growing up, I faced many struggles, things like visual impairment, trauma, and homelessness. I've also dealt with losing loved ones, divorce, family health issues, and financial loss. I often struggle with depression, which makes me feel like I'm too much, a burden, or that something is wrong with me. After everything I went through as a kid, including trauma and feeling unwanted or rejected, it's no wonder I felt that way. If you've watched a family member battle addiction, I see you. If you felt helpless while someone you love destroyed themselves, I see you. If you've carried guilt for not being able to save someone, I see you. And I need you to hear this. You are not responsible for saving anyone. You can love them, you can pray for them, you can set boundaries, you can offer support when they're ready. But you cannot force someone to get help. You cannot love someone into sobriety. You cannot control another person's choices, and their addiction is not your fault. Let that sink in. Their addiction is not your fault. Eventually we found places to stay. My siblings moved out, trying to build their own lives, despite everything. But I remained there, living with my mom. Honestly, I'm not sure what I was thinking. Why did I stay? Maybe I felt like I had to. I didn't know where else to go. Maybe I was just trying to keep some sense of family together. Looking back, I can laugh a little and think what was I thinking? But at the time, it wasn't funny. It was about survival. You know what homelessness does to a person? Even when you have a roof over your head temporarily? It teaches you that stability is an illusion. It teaches you that safety can be taken away at any moment. It teaches you not to get too comfortable, not to fully unpack, and not to settle in, because you might have to leave at any moment. It creates constant anxiety, a constant readiness to move, and a feeling of being a guest in your own life. If you already have PTSD from childhood trauma, adding housing instability on top of that only makes everything harder. Your nervous system never gets to rest, you're always in fight or flight mode, always scanning for the next threat, always waiting for something else to go wrong. If you're experiencing homelessness right now, whether you're literally on the streets, couch surfing, or living in unstable housing, I want you to know you are not invisible, you are not forgotten, you are not worthless. Homelessness does not define your value. It's a circumstance you're walking through, not an identity you carry. God sees you, He knows where you are, He knows what you're facing, and He has not abandoned you. Matthew eight twenty says that Jesus Himself had no place to lay his head. He understands homelessness. He understands instability. He understands what it's like to not have a home. And he's with you in it. You might be wondering, where was God in all of this? When we were homeless? When my sister was nearly dying? When we were scattered and struggling. Where was he? I didn't see it then. But I see it now. It was my aunt Patty opening her door when we had nowhere to go. He was among the friends who gave my siblings a place to crash. He was among the people who showed up with food, with encouragement, with practical help. He was with my sister, surviving when she could have died. He was in me somehow, continuing to put one foot in front of the other even when everything felt impossible. God doesn't always remove us from hard situations. Sometimes he walks through them with us. Sometimes he provides just enough, just enough shelter, just enough strength, just enough hope to get us through one more day. And sometimes he's preparing us for something we can't see yet. Looking back now, I can see how those years of instability shaped me. Those years taught me resilience and gratitude. They showed me that home isn't just a building, it's a feeling, it's people, it's belonging. They also taught me empathy for people experiencing homelessness. Reflection point number two. I know what it's like not to have stability. I learned that God can provide in unexpected ways, using imperfect people and situations to help us keep going. They also taught me that even in chaos and uncertainty, God was still at work behind the scenes. He was building character and compassion in me, and creating a story that could one day help others who feel homeless, whether literally or in other ways. Maybe you're not physically homeless, but you feel homeless in other ways. Maybe you don't belong in your family. Maybe you don't feel at home in your own body. Maybe you don't feel settled in your life, your career, or your relationships. Maybe you know that feeling displaced, wandering, never having solid ground under your feet. That's a kind of homelessness too. And I want you to hear this. God is building you a home. It might not be a physical house, it might not look the way you expect it, but it's a place of belonging, a place of peace, a place where you are fully known and fully loved. He is building it even now. Psalm sixty eight six says God sets the lonely in families. He's placing you, He's connecting you, He's creating a community for you. Trust the process. Let me pray for us. Father God, for everyone listening who has experienced homelessness, Dor, we come to you. You know what it's like to not have a place to lay your head. You understand displacement, you understand instability. Lord, we pray for provision, for shelter, for safety, for stability. For those currently without housing, open doors, connect them with resources, provide for their needs. For those who feel homeless in other ways, disconnected, displaced, and not belonging, remind them that they belong to you, that you are building them a home, that you are their refuge and strength. Give us all the faith to believe that you're working even when we can't see it. In Jesus' name, Amen. Hebrews thirteen five says Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have, because God has said, Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you. Hey friend, God never left you during your homelessness. He never abandoned you in your unstable times. He was there. He is there. He will always be there. Where have you seen God provide in unexpected ways during unstable seasons of your life? Take time to journal. Look back. Where were the small miracles? Where were the people who showed up? Where were the moments of grace? Sometimes we can't see God's hand until we look back. But when we do, we realize He was there all along. Now you might think that after all that, the trauma, the homelessness, the family struggles, things would start to get better, and in some ways they did. But in episode four, I'm going to share something that nearly took me out for good. March ninth, twenty eighteen, the day I went into the hospital for what I thought was a routine procedure. The day the doctor told me you have three blocked arteries, you're not going anywhere. You're having your first surgery at six AM. The day that I almost died and how God used that moment to change everything. That's next week. Before we go, I want to speak directly to anyone experiencing homelessness right now. Resources available National Runaway Hotline one eight hundred two hundred three one six nine four six. Covenant House for Youth one eight hundred nine nine nine nine nine nine nine. Contact local churches, community centers, and nonprofits for emergency shelter. Many communities have two hundred one services. Dial two hundred one for local resources. You are not alone. There is help available. Father, provide shelter for everyone who needs it tonight. Open doors, send help, protect them, and remind all of us that our true home is in you. In Jesus' name, Amen. If today's episode moved you, share it with someone who's feeling displaced, unstable, or homeless. Subscribe so you don't miss episode four. It's going to be powerful. Connect with me on social media or join the email life beyond the sight of darkness at gmail dot com website life beyond the siteofdarkness dot com. Alright, so maybe you're sitting in the dark right now, wondering if that glimmer will ever reach you. Just hold on one more moment, with honesty, some company, or even the quietest prayer. The spark might come in ways you don't expect. Now, let's take that tiny bit of light and talk about what happens when it grows. There's a pattern I see in these stories, and honestly, in my own life too. The pain, what felt impossible? Turns out it can become the seed for something way bigger. I think about people like Johnny Erickson Tata. She had a diving accident as a teenager, ended up paralyzed from the neck down. You'd expect that to just end the story, right? Instead, she started a ministry, writing, painting with her mouth, leading outreach around the world for those with disabilities. That kind of purpose? It grew up right from the middle of her pain. I'm a step by step kind of thinker, especially when stress or information overload tries to mess with my comprehension. So here's a frame that's helped me, and maybe it'll help you. Step one. Actually name what hurts. Don't skip that, it matters. Step two. Listen in that pain for God's nudge, for the lesson or direction. Sometimes it comes through a verse, a person, or even just that quiet inner knowing, you know? Step three. Ask yourself, how could this experience serve someone else? That's the wild part. Suddenly you find connection, not just survival. Let me pull this into my own story for a sec. When my cardiac issues started to show up, and then learning disabilities made things ten times slower for me in school, even reading the Bible took work I didn't want to admit. For a long while I carried that as I don't know, shame. But you know what broke the weight? Seeing that my struggles allowed me to connect with people nobody else reached. Out of that, life beyond chains, my outreach and mentoring work was born. Turns out, the things I thought made me unqualified are actually the very reason people trust me to walk with them. Maybe your pain is supposed to point you toward purpose too. Not overnight, not with easy answers, but slowly, as you let it teach and shape you, step by step, piece by piece. God has a habit of chipping away at what feels unworkable until only the gold's left. So where does that leave us when pain feels overwhelming and we're not sure how to keep going? This is where faith and honestly community become lifelines. I've seen it and I keep seeing it in recovery groups and ministries everywhere. Celebrate recovery is a perfect example. People gather not because their lives are neat and tidy, but because they need each other to survive and grow and well, stay honest. Same thing happens in church ministries worth their salt. Not the ones that rush you past pain, but the ones that sit with you through it. Support, acceptance, real healing. It grows in messy places with real people. Look, if you're aching for deeper connection, it's not about joining every group you see. Seek out spots where vulnerability isn't just allowed, but welcomed. Try a prayer group where you can let your guard down, or reach out for an accountability partner who will ask the hard questions in love. Sometimes, the bravest step is just sending the first text. Hey, could I talk with you about something real? Want a story to wrap this up? I've had listeners send me messages, some so raw I had to sit and pray before I could even answer, telling me how hearing these conversations made them reach out, find a church, or just open up to a friend. And you know what? That's a chain reaction of hope. Every time we risk sharing our mess, someone else finds permission to do the same. That's what the Life Beyond the Side of Darkness community is all about. So as we close, let me say this. You're not a burden, you're not broken, and you don't have to walk through this alone. Hold on to faith, seek out your people, and remember, there's always room for another story of hope.
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