Back in August 2017 our family had become homeless living in a hotel with 2 kids. We did not allow many people to know of the circumstances of our situation. Even though the homelessness was difficult beyond words, that was not by far the hardest thing of October 2017. My husband was in the middle of an addiction that took him away from his family, his purpose, and even his own mind at times. I received a phone call on Saturday morning asking if I had spoken to my husband recently. We exchanged questions and answers for a moment and then I heard the statement "your husband is dead." After that statement everything around me stopped. The people around me disappeared and I was only left with my thoughts and my pain. That statement was so absurd there is no way it could be true. My husband was large in stature and was not foreign to the darkness of street life. I went to the location where this was said to have happened and there were police, yellow tape and a lot of people standing around. It was the kind of scene that you see on the tv crime shows. I frantically approached the uniformed officers, but they looked at me like I was crazy. They had no answers about the events that occurred. A detective escorted me inside the big SWAT van and asked me questions, (What was he wearing? Did he have any tattoos or birth marks?) but provided nothing more than uncertainties in my own mind. He said in a way I am sure he has done countless times with no emotion, "He is in surgery, but the doctors said that they believe he won’t make it." I knew from that moment everything else could and would wait because I needed to get to him to pray. I knew our story was not finished yet. When I arrived at the hospital, I still did not understand the magnitude of what had happened. Nurses came out to explain his injuries and the severity of this situation. My husband lived thru over 19 stab wounds (heart, lungs, leg, arm and abdomen) with 2 surgeries to attempt to fix the damage the attack had caused. He was in a medically induced coma for 5 days and during that time I prayed and prayed. God was on the scene and in absolute control. He woke up on a Wednesday afternoon remembering everything of his attack. The next day was amazing!! He was out of the CCU and in a private room. He was speaking the things of God. I watched a man that was taped and bandaged struggled to walk down a hallway but so determined on leaving that bed that could had been labeled his death bed. I have never seen a man that was so strong and confident in the moment God gave him a new life. From that moment Shattered But Not Broken Ministries was birthed in all the mental, physical, & emotional pain. Even in the hospital we spoke about God bringing us to Arizona for a bigger purpose. Almost 4 years later Shattered But Not Broken Ministries is growing and thriving to do greater things. Over those 4 years we have fed countless people, helped those who desired to enter rehab, provided a moment of shelter, and even helped ones that needed clothes for a job that they obtained. We look forward to the growing of the ministry to provide more resources to individuals who find themselves in need.
We accept any monetary, unprepared food, clothing & hygiene items. The feeding ministry is no necessary at this time.
We feed every Saturday, Thanksgiving, & Christmas. We go into the community and take the food to the people.
There are many ways to help, prayer is always needed & very much appreciated.