06/12/2026
🚨 A Moment with Mrs. B: The Test That Became My Testimony 🚨
I pray my testimony helps someone today.
To be transparent, I’m walking through one of the hardest seasons of my life.
In 2023, my husband and I slowed down our trucking business (main source of income) because I was fighting breast cancer. Two weeks after my double mastectomy, I discovered my brother had been hospitalized for five days. I immediately went to Jackson, picked him up, and brought him home. We later learned he had suffered a stroke.
At first, we tried to continue working. We even took my brother on the road with us. But his condition worsened. He would try to open truck doors while moving, wander truck stops throughout the night, require constant supervision, I witness him struggle to feed himself, and became angry, frustrated at night but, calmed by morning. We/he were exhausted, and I was still fighting cancer myself.
Eventually, we made the difficult decision to come off the road so we could care for him properly.
At the same time, we were pouring our hearts into our nonprofit, MS HUB Complex project, and started working our other businesses for income. None of which made the money trucking made us. We explored other options with trucking but, people are unreliable so, we would end up back in the truck. The plan was simple: use our savings. What we didn’t realize was how quickly self-pay medical expenses would drain our resources. Add ongoing battles regarding the project, lost funding, surgeries, caregiving responsibilities, and life became overwhelming.
For more than a year, my husband and I cared for my brother almost entirely on our own. As his condition declined, my mother moved in to help with day-to-day care. In the end, my brother required around-the-clock care. We had no outside support mentally, physically, financially, or spiritually.
It was just the four of us.
We loved him.
We cared for him.
We made sure he was comfortable.
Then in February, everything changed.
My brother was airlifted to New Orleans. We spent 38 days in ICU at Ochsner. He came home for less than 24 hours before passing away in our house.
The grief has been unimaginable.
Over the last three years, we’ve experienced loss after loss. We’ve fought to maintain what God entrusted us with. We’ve prayed, cried, sacrificed, worked, trusted, and kept showing up. But losing my brother wounded us in ways I cannot fully explain.
Our expenses outweighed our income but, GOD!
For the first time in a long time, we found ourselves needing help.
That may not sound difficult to some people, but for me/us, it was one of the hardest lessons God has ever taught me.
Lesson #1: Humility.
People knew our story. Some offered assistance. Yet I still had to admit I needed help, ask for help, and accept help.
That was uncomfortable.
I thought about my titles.
Chair of the Homeless Coalition.
Founder.
Executive Director.
Business Owner.
Lesson #2: Titles don’t pay bills.
People often assume because you’re helping others that you have it all together. They think you have all the answers. They think you’re strong enough to carry the world.
The truth is, I’m human. We’re all human. All of us fall short, in various ways.
I’ve been doing a serious “check-up from the neck up.” Evaluating my heart. Evaluating my hands. Asking God to show me what He wants me to learn through this season.
Because if I’m honest, I’d rather ask for help for someone else than ask for help for myself.
One day I asked God:
“Lord, how can I help people when I can’t help myself?”
His answer was simple:
“You are My stewardess, and Eric is My steward.”
God provides.
We are simply vessels He chooses to use.
Sometimes His provision doesn’t look the way we expect. Sometimes it comes through people. Sometimes it comes through closed doors. Sometimes it comes through lessons we’d rather avoid.
But His hand is still working.
I would be lying if I said I haven’t felt embarrassed.
I’ve worried about what people would think.
I worried that asking for help would damage my credibility. I didn’t want to be labeled a failure, a beggar, or a hypocrite.
I’ve cried.
I’ve questioned.
I’ve even felt abandoned at times.
I asked God, “Am I doing Your work, or am I chasing my own desires?”
Yet every time I seek Him, He reminds me through the evidence.
He keeps making something out of nothing.
He keeps connecting us with His people.
He keeps showing up.
God has a way of placing us in situations where we can lean on nobody but Him. He reveals our pride, our fears, our weaknesses, and the places where we still need growth.
I thought I was humble.
This season showed me I wasn’t as humble as I thought.
He’s been telling me to share my story for a long time. I resisted because of shame and embarrassment. But what good is a testimony if we never tell it?
We listen to celebrities talk about their struggles and triumphs. We applaud their stories. There story gives us hope. I’m not a celebrity but, I’m here to offer hope to those that find themselves struggling.
When struggling becomes our story, we abort, run, hide, suddenly it’s different.
Suddenly it’s personal.
Suddenly it’s painful.
But your story is being written too.
In the middle of your test is your testimony.
I want you to hear this:
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Hardships happen to good people.
Unexpected seasons happen.
Loss happens.
Struggles happen.
None of those things define you.
This season has taught me gratitude. It has taught me compassion. It has taught me how people feel when they’re the ones needing help. It has taught me to seek God’s face, not just His hand.
It’s teaching me to see myself the way God sees me instead of the way my circumstances make me feel.
No, all our bills aren’t paid.
No, everything isn’t perfect.
But God.
Our family is together.
We’re healthy.
We have food to eat.
We have clothes on our backs.
We’re surviving.
And for that, I am thankful.
This season does not define me.
It doesn’t define you either.
It’s preparing us.
Growing us.
Stretching us.
Teaching us.
What feels like a setback today may very well be the setup for something greater tomorrow.
So if you’re struggling, don’t be embarrassed.
Embrace your story.
Ask for help when you need it.
Learn the lesson.
Seek God.
Trust the process.
And watch Him work.
I don’t know why God placed it on my heart to share this today, but I pray something in these words encourages someone who needs it.
I’m praying for boldness—for you and for me.
This is my testimony!
Keep the faith, trust the process, and stand on purpose.
— Mrs. B 💜
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