Jane, Hasifah, and Annet shared two tiny boys’ quarters with their children in a small, crowded village corner. Life had never been easy for them—each was a single mother, juggling multiple jobs to put food on the table and keep a roof over their children’s heads. Jane worked long hours as a shamba girl on a nearby farm, Hasifah hawked silverfish in the village, and Annet did laundry for wealthier families in the neighborhood. Between the three of them, they barely managed to make ends meet.
Their home was simple, with cracked walls and a leaky roof, but it echoed with the laughter and energy of their children. While their kids brought them immense joy, the constant battle to provide weighed heavily on their hearts. Some nights, they went to bed hungry, pretending they were full so their children could eat the little food they had.
Annet heard a knock at the door as they sat in their shared space, feeling the weight of their daily struggles. It was (JFM), known for its work in the community. For the first time in a long while, the three women could see a small glimpse of hope. Jane thanked Jesus, amazed that someone would care enough to help them.
At first, the women were hesitant. Hasifah, who had grown up in a different faith, was especially cautious. She had always believed in God but wasn’t sure about Jesus being the Son of God or about Jesus’s life, death, and resurrection.
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