The Beacon: 2024 03/31

Our home has always been a safe place for us and anyone needing comfort and kindness. Since becoming parents, my daughter learned that our home meant more than just walls and furniture; it symbolized acceptance and understanding. Whether a friend needed a meal or a stranger needed someone to talk to, our doors were always open, showing our willingness to help.

Even after losing our beautiful daughter Texa, we didn't shut ourselves off from the world in grief. Instead, we founded a nonprofit in honor of our daughter. Through this charity, we found comfort in helping others face their struggles. Even in our sadness, we strongly desire to support those around us, guided by our belief in the importance of helping others.

When facing deep grief, it's easy to want to be alone. Yet, despite our pain, my husband and I felt compelled to offer comfort to those we met. This urge to help others, even while dealing with our own struggles, comes from our faith in the power of reaching out and providing a safe space for those in need.

Our idea of helping has grown beyond the role of being polite hosts. It's not about making grand gestures or having fancy things but about welcoming and making real connections.

Grief has shown us that we're all on a journey, seeking comfort and understanding. It has broken down barriers between us, helping us see the humanity in everyone we meet. In the face of loss, we've realized that helping others isn't just a choice but a necessity—a way of showing our connection and offering hope during difficult times.

So, we promise to keep our doors open, welcoming anyone who needs support, knowing that by doing so, we honor Texa's memory and fulfill our responsibility to help those in need.

"Then the King will say to those on his right, "Come, you who my Father blesses, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the world's creation. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me." Matthew 25:34-36 NLT

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