Women of Dream Centers Stories

At Dream Centers, we are blown away by the courage and strength of the women we get to serve. They are strong. They are beautiful. They are resilient. Here are some of their incredible stories that share journeys from hopelessness to grace to creating a new future.

My mother died from an overdose when I was Mia’s age – 18 months, so I have no memories of my her. After being forced from foster home to foster home, I finally ran away when I was sixteen. After years of broken and violent...

“Mom? What’s for dinner?”His childish toothless grin made my heart flutter.“I’m not sure Sam! Let me see what we have!” He scurried away to his new room to continue playing with his brand new toys he received upon our arrival at Mary’s Home. It had...

I was almost ten when my mother told me we all have choices. It had been months of very apparent symptoms running rampant in my body. I knew I was sick but was paralyzed with being unsure of what I could do. Where does a...

Nothing is random for believers in Jesus, so it’s no coincidence that Mary ended up at Mary’s Home with her four-year-old son, Cash. Mary at 19 had never known stability. She had grown up fatherless with a mom who was in and out of psychiatric hospitals,...

It’s raining outside as I scurry up the steps of the bright yellow bus. Drenched, I use my shirt to wipe the water from my brow. I hear my name growing from something faint into something loud.“Tara!”My eyes squint and look through all the eyes...

This is not Food TV! This was my first reaction to a question about cooking at Mary’s Home! While some girls are naturals, and many of us brag about our one-of-a-kind, best family recipe—mine is macaroni and cheese—making a meal or aspiring to be a...

I wrote down once that to love someone deeply is what gives us all the courage we ever need to do the next right thing. Those were the words I whispered over and over with blood streaming down my left eye, my babies following close...

A story of a brave woman who was a patient at the Women's Clinic:As far as I can remember the consequences of my life ran ahead of the dignity of my humanity due to the poor choices made by other people and in turn the...

2:15am. I stared at the clock remembering the moment I decided to run away from your father. You were born the same time I left him. Life from so much death. I sat up from the bed in the hospital and stared at your tiny...

A story of one of strong women we serve:I had always believed that I couldn’t carry the weight of the world. There I sat waiting for the doctor’s weighty results. I patted my stomach and took a deep breath.Years ago when I was a child my mother...

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