Black Women Have It Going On

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Good morning from Colorado!

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you knew the circumstances weren’t in your favor, but something inside you kept saying, “Try anyway”?

I remember wanting to buy my first home as a single mother. My son was playing Little League football, and for some reason, I felt strongly that he needed to play for the Montbello Falcons. The problem was that we lived on the south side of Denver in an apartment, and I had little money and horrible credit. Still, I started looking for a home in Montbello.

Then there was the friend who would say, “Jeffrey said we’re not buying a used house.” Those words made me feel bad because, as a single mother, buying a new home wasn’t even an option. What I didn’t understand then was that I didn’t need to let someone else’s opinion make me ashamed of where I was or stop me from trying to improve my circumstances.

One day, I found a block with at least five repossessed homes. As I slowly drove down the street, I noticed the door was open on one of them. I parked, walked up to the house, and went inside. People were talking in the basement, and I remember thinking, This is a nice house. I want it.

The realtor explained that his client was already bidding on that house, but he could show me the other homes. Each one had its problems, but eventually I found one I wanted. I bid $43,500.

There was just one little problem.

I had no down payment.

So I went home, laid my checkbook on my bed, and told the Lord exactly what my problem was. I told Him I was going to watch Him fill my account with the money I needed for a down payment.

And God came through.

My niece, who was still in high school, loaned me her car down payment. My mother gave me the rest. Somehow, God provided what I didn’t have through the people He placed around me.

I bought my house.

Twenty years later, that same friend eventually purchased an existing home. By then, I had already purchased another home—a new home in a better community—and, once again, my credit wasn’t exactly something I would have bragged about.

Looking back, I realize that the house wasn’t the only thing God gave me. He gave me the courage to try when the circumstances said I shouldn’t. I had to learn that somebody else’s opinion of what I could afford, what I deserved, or what I could accomplish did not have to become my reality.

Sometimes faith doesn’t begin with knowing how everything will work out. Sometimes faith begins with asking one simple question:

“What if I try anyway?”

You may not have everything you need today. You may not know how the door will open. But don’t allow fear—or somebody else’s limitations—to convince you that you shouldn’t knock.

Take the step you can take, and trust God with the part you cannot see.

I’ll see you tomorrow for another 15 Minutes with God.