Stories - Grace Centers of Hope

It’s important to us that YOU know how our programs work. We look at everyone who comes to us for help as individuals with individual needs. Just as we look to help each person with what they need, we also have the immense pleasure of telling those individual stories of transformation!

The stories you will read are told vividly to illustrate the true redemption that has occurred in each person. Below are stories of the addicted finding hope, the homeless finding a home, and the abused being rescued.

These lives were transformed. Here’s the proof.

Featured Story

Sheila and her grandson

Sheila was born in Detroit in the mid 1960’s by a single mom who struggled with alcohol. Those struggles led to Sheila becoming a ward of the state by the age of 10. For those first few years Sheila was allowed to live with family members, but by the age of 13 she was placed in a group home. “The administrator of that home became a strong mother figure to me. We continue to have a good relationship to this day,” says Sheila.

Sheila graduated from Northwestern High School in the early 1980’s and shortly after had her first child and moved to California. While in California, Sheila had 2 more children and a short-lived marriage.

Stories of Hope

Read the stories of the people you have helped

Sheila

Sheila was born in Detroit in the mid 60’s by a single mom who struggled with alcohol. Those struggles led to Sheila becoming a ward of the state by 10.

Kevin

At the age of 58, Kevin has encountered more self-inflicted heartbreak that is beyond most of our imaginations.

Jessica

I found myself living in a home that was foreclosed on and I needed find a stable and safe place to raise my children.

Jennifer

Everyone in my life was telling me to “JUST STOP!” I wanted nothing more than to stop the speeding train I was on. God used Grace Centers of Hope and now… the future is bright!

Scott

From a very early age, I knew my role in life was to protect those around me. Growing up in […]

Veronica and Donovan

My five year old son and I were wanderers. I lost my job, and we had no place to call our own. I left my pride at the door, and I soon realized this place could give us a fresh start.