That wasn’t always the case, however. Nine years ago, I found myself in Dallas, Texas, alone, with no friends, no family, and no place to call my home. Well, at least not a place with four walls. My “home” consisted of four doors and a steering wheel and every inch of it was stuffed with all my life’s belongings.

I had a local homeless shelter to rely on, but they were never able to provide the peace and comfort that I sought. At that time, “dreaming big” meant nothing more than a place to live.

I eventually found a place and a job at a local preschool, but I still searched for that peace and comfort. My loneliness, however, only led me to dating random guys and eventually to the emergency room. (RELATED: COHEN: SCOTUS Left A Bitter Pill To Swallow In One Of Its Key Rulings. Here’s Why)

I sat there as the doctor uttered those three words that had the power to change the course of my life forever. I felt all hope being sucked out of me as fear and worry crashed over my heart and mind.

I was pregnant.

How was I going to provide for a child while I was still learning to provide for myself? How was I going to raise a child, alone, as a single mother?

I left the emergency room and sat in my car, the same car that used to be my shelter and refuge from the world. Tears streamed down my face as I lifted my phone and searched for abortion clinics in my area. The results were illegible as the tears stinging my eyes blurred my vision.

As I sat there, alone and scared, I heard God say, “if you trust me, I will take care of you” I had always been a woman who trusted God, but never had I imagined trusting Him in this way. I would keep my child. I would trust God. But I would need support.

I found a local pregnancy care center where I was welcomed with open arms by people who embodied all that was good and kind in this world. They provided me with a free sonogram, and I was able to hear my baby’s heartbeat. I realized for the first time that I was no longer alone.

The growing life inside of me would be with me every step of this journey, and in return, I would do the best to be the best mom I could for my child. The pregnancy center offered an abundance of resources as well as free classes where I learned how to be that mom.

Woman. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Child of God. These were all titles that I carried in my life. But never mom.

With the help of a colleague, I was put in touch with Embrace Grace, a program at my local church. The women with Embrace Grace gave me the confidence necessary to not only be a mom, but a “super mom.” As if their constant love and support were not enough, toward the end of my pregnancy the women generously hosted me a baby shower which included a mountain of gifts for my child and me.

I realized again that I was no longer alone as I had a community of unconditional love surrounding me. I was witnessing what God promised me that night in the car. We were completely taken care of.

Shortly after, I gave birth to my beautiful son Jasen. Looking at him, I realized that during my struggles, I had stopped dreaming. I now had another life to fight for and had to challenge myself to start dreaming again.

And to dream big. Today, I live in a beautiful apartment and own a small business of making and selling bath bombs to give moms the opportunity to rest and create a luxury self-care experience in their own home because like me, THEY’RE WORTH IT.

Nine years ago, I never dreamed of anything more than a home with four walls. Never did I imagine that God would send me my home in the form of His finest creation with a beating heart and tiny hands to hold mine through this journey of life. I now dream BIG! I dream about owning a luxury house, with a relaxing backyard and a mini golden doodle for Jasen to play with. I dream about making seven figures, investing in real estate, and growing my business to help even more moms around the world.

My son, the child that I once considered aborting, saved my life and has inspired me to never stop dreaming. I may have started at the shelter but that is not where my story ends. Our story is far from over.

Shanese Brown is the owner of Bomb Moms. 

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