Help Kristine get a new car

UPDATE: I have added more information to my story...

Hi there. I’m Kristine. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to help others and I absolutely hate asking for help myself. But I’m on a journey of growth and healing, and I’m at a point where I can’t get much farther without “a little help from my friends”, as the song goes.

The bottom line is…I need a newer more reliable car. Right now, I have one car that needs a new transmission and another that needs a new radiator and some other work done. The latter will get me around town, but is not safe for long-distance trips, as I discovered after breaking down multiple times on my way to the airport yesterday for a work trip.

ABOUT ME

This will be very hard to write...

I was raised in East Wenatchee, gone to church most of my life. I grew up in the First Church of God (now Kingdom Embassy Church, across from Larry's on Rock Island Road.) I met my husband in 1992, and we married in 1993. I became aware of his gender issues a few years into our 30-year marriage, but I fought hard for him and our family, because I believed that divorce was not an option. He was into the occult before we were married, and I refused to walk away from him and leave him to his (literal) demons.

My husband was saved before we married, and most of our marriage has been spent in one form of ministry or another, anywhere from working within the structure of a local church (FCOG, New Song Community Church, back to FCOG under a new pastor, Hillside church in Marysville, Riverland Church in Charleston SC, Mountain View Assembly, and most recently Hope Church for Wenatchee) to doing street ministry on our own. Everywhere my job moved us, we found a church to serve in.

The Lord led us to minister to a young man in Marysville who was homeless and addicted. God spoke to me and said, "Take him home." After asking the Almighty if he was crazy, I did what he asked. This led to 2 years of having homeless and addicted youth in our home...sheltering and feeding them, and showing them the love of Jesus, and how a family is supposed to work.

After 2 years of doing this work in Marysville and Everett, my job (Boeing) offered me an opportunity to go to Charleston SC. We took 2 of our people with us. One more came out later. I wish I could tell you that everyone turned out ok. Justin died 2 years ago from an overdose after being clean for 5 years. Stephanie is back in Marysville, on and off drugs. Devon, however, is 9 years clean and living for the Lord. The first one, Kyle, and his girlfriend Somer became pregnant while we were in SC.

After their baby was born, Kyle and Somer were still using and living in their car. We came back to Wenatchee from SC and offered them a place to live where they could be safe with the baby, get treatment, find jobs, and start fresh. They took us up on the offer...for one night. The took off for Everett in the middle of the night to get more drugs and got in an accident on the way back. Nobody was hurt, but the cops found drugs on them and they were arrested. CPS took the baby. We got a call that said we could become foster parents for the baby or the baby would go into the system. We took the baby. 3 years later we adopted her...she is our youngest daughter, Kaydence, now 9 years old.

A year ago we moved to Ellensburg for a job. Job didn't work out, but we stayed in Ellensburg anyway. Now comes the complete devastation.

The job I moved for was a good paying job, but because of my health (I have fibromyalgia) and the stress in my marriage I was not performing well and I was let go after a year. I found a position that I love at CWU, but it pays less than half of what I was making before. I am making a difference in the lives of students, so I am willing to tighten my belt and make some sacrifices. The Lord provides.

For the entirety of my marriage, I was the main provider, the breadwinner. I was OK with that as long as my husband would do the "home-making" stuff. It's a role reversal that we were both comfortable with. But a few years ago his grandmother died. She raised him and was essentially the last of his family. After she died, he started to change. I got no help from him to keep the house in order, pay bills on time or anything. I urged him to seek counseling, talk to our pastor, but he didn't want to. So there I was trying to hold everything together, all of the plates spinning in the air, while living in total chaos. I reached a breaking point. That's when I lost my job. I told him I was having intrusive thoughts of suicide, and he just shrugged and said "Sorry" I said we need to see a marriage counselor. We did.

What came up there was his gender issues. He has been secretly taking hormones to feminize, over 5 years. He intends to transition fully to become a female. That was the last straw for me. It's not what I signed up for.

Now that I am separated from my husband I have to pay rent on a 2-bedroom apartment on half the income I had before and support my 2 daughters and myself. I visited a food bank for the first time this week and will be doing so weekly for our food needs for the foreseeable time.

I have been emotionally and financially devastated. I have nothing extra right now to even start saving for a newer vehicle. I have one car that needs a new transmission, and an SUV that was in an accident and needs a new radiator. Even if I sold both vehicles it would only yield about $2000, and not get me anything reliable in this market.

Jehovah Jireh. The Lord provides. I have poured out myself in the service of the Lord all my life. I am empty and I need rest. But I am not angry or resentful. I am hopeful. I have HOPE that the Lord will provide for this need through others who listen and hear His voice. I don't know if that's you or not, but I thank you for reading this and I hope you will keep me in your prayers.

If you are in a position to help me, bless you! If you can’t, then please keep me in your prayers. No matter what, I love you. ❤️

Gratefully,

~Kristine