Being a single mother is not a title I ever anticipated embracing. Sadly and unexpectedly, it was thrust upon me without any choice.
My little one hadn’t even turned one yet. I felt both physically and mentally exhausted as I navigated through postpartum depression and heartbreak, struggling to make ends meet, often failing to do so. I had been isolated for so long during my previous marriage – having outside friends wasn’t an option.
In my new singleness, I attempted to make friends, but mostly, they were male connections seeking a “transactional friendship,” leaving me even more depleted each time.
That summer in 2007, I reconnected with an old friend. I shared the unexpected change in my marital status, how I had fought hard to keep what I thought was meant to be forever, and how lonely and defeated that loss had left me. Without a second thought, she invited me to the Sunday gatherings she hosted at her place.
The weekly event included a group of people, a meal, and a conversation. She mentioned it could be a great chance to connect with others and make new friends. But I could only think about how it was a free meal for a single mom on a limited budget. So, I started attending these gatherings (later on, discovering it was a small group). As weeks passed, I went less for the food and more for the community I had now been welcomed into.
Life began to look a little different, knowing I wasn’t alone. Things were still challenging, and yes, I still struggled to provide for myself and my child, but I understood what it felt like to belong and be cared for. One Sunday night when our gathering had gone on too late, my friend invited me and my young daughter to spend the night. This was another way I felt deeply seen and taken care of.
At that moment, I made a silent promise to God: when I was in a better place, I would be to another woman what this woman had been to me — the love of Jesus.
In the spring of 2019, the Lord reminded me of my promise. I was remarried, no longer a single mother, and had two more children; things were much better. That spring, the Lord placed it on my heart to gather women in my home to guide them to Jesus through community and connection.
After a few more Holy Spirit nudges and some back-and-forth with the Lord, I came to the place where obedience was the only option.
Even after giving God my yes and inviting a few new and old friends, I wrestled with fear and insecurities. We gathered, served treats, offered coffee, and shared part of my story and the hope of Jesus. We prayed together and even held a raffle, then called it a night. The Lord had me do this two more times. By the third meeting, my home was no longer suitable as we hosted seventeen women eager to come together to find community and connect with others.
In the fall of 2019, the Lord birthed Anew Ministries by guiding me to Isaiah 43:18-19 CSB, which states, “Do not remember the past events; pay no attention to things of old. Look, I am about to do something new; even now it is coming. Do you not see it? Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.”
I fell in love with the name Anew, which is defined as “in a new or different and typically more positive way.”
That’s our God! A God who is in the business of doing new and different things, surpassing our expectations. A God who meets us in the mess and makes messages out of them.
Anew is where I hope women will be reminded that our God is a God of miracles who sees, loves, and redeems. We hope that every woman we encounter will grow to solidify her identity in Christ and learn to walk “Godfidently” in the good works that Ephesians tells us were prepared in advance for us.
Amiga, if you’re reading this today and resonate with feelings of isolation and loneliness, know that we are praying for you and believe that the Lord has a community ready to grow alongside you right where you live. It may require stepping out of your comfort zone and connecting with your local church, perhaps by joining that Bible study group or accepting an invitation from a friend to her home gatherings. Whatever it is, your people are waiting.
Now, go and allow yourself to be found by Jesus through others, remembering God is still in the business of doing things anew!
Anew Ministries is a Canadian-based nonprofit dedicated to connecting women to each other, nurturing community, and empowering women to solidify their identity in Jesus. They do this by providing a safe space for real conversations, authentic relationships, and resources that foster Spiritual Growth.
You can learn more about Ligia’s work and Anew, along with their online Bible studies and other offerings, by visiting their website: www.anewministries.ca.
And, exciting news!! Anew is coming to the States! On Saturday, May 31st, Anew will host its first US event: the Amigas Bilingual Conference! Hosted at Bethel Barn in Monroe, North Carolina, this is a FREE, unique, bilingual, full-day event honoring faith, sisterhood, and unity!
If you’re near the Charlotte area or want to take a road trip with your amigas, find all the details and register here. Ligia would love to see you!
This weekend, don’t miss a special episode of the (in)courage podcast where you can hear more of Ligia’s story and the heart behind Anew Ministries, and be encouraged by how God is making you anew today too! This episode drops on Saturday on Apple, Spotify, or your favorite podcast app. Just search for the (in)courage podcast!
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This was so inspiring. As I age, I realize the importance of connections with other women at my church and where I live. I cherish my old friends but enjoy widening my circle. So delighted for you and wish I were able to make the trip to Charlotte. This gives me something to think about. I would love to be in a women’s only group such as you describe.
What a beautiful gathering exhibiting fellowship & sister love! God’s blessing on your first US event!
Amen!
What a beautiful ministry you have! Glory to God! In December my online friend Cindi McMenamin mailed me a copy of her new book “The New Loneliness”. I didn’t think I needed the book but I thought “my husband needs this”. However one day I picked up the book and started reading it and it really spoke to me. I read the book pretty quick, and it really made me want to get more involved at my home church’s womens ministry and I learned a lot from the book. I was lonely and I didn’t even know it. But thankfully I began making changes and getting involved in more women’s lives, in and outside of my church. Praise God! He knows what we need even more than we do. 🙂
God continues to work in amazing and mysterious ways!! The Lord in my walk has been tugging certain things on my heart. I have gone back and forth with the Lord. I have asked God continuously if this is the thing He has for me. If it’s meant to be I have asked Him to give me peace in that situation. I have seen peace from God about the things He has for me or the people he wants me to pour into. I think it’s so beautiful to hear your story and see how God has changed you and transformed you from where you were to where you are. May God continuously use you and bless you!! God bless!!
Dear Ligia……………….What a sad story in the beginning, but reading on I found that there was hope there and then a little further on it was a lovely story of community, love, faith and of course communication for everyone. I live in a Senior Community which is supposed to be independent living, but it is far from that.95% of the residents have serious problems and are in their 80’s to 100’s. I have a few friends that a sit with at meals, but they do not hear so well and are in their 90’s and both have dementia as well. I couldn’t even begin to tell them my situations as I have a hard time understanding them myself. I always smile at everyone and try to help others with cards and encouraging words, but I never take time for myself and I am alone. My husband has violent dementia and tried to kill me so all the doctors said I needed to get him out of the house and think about my own safety. My 1 son who was 54 at the time disowned me as his mother as he kept telling me I was a liar and it was just old age with his father. He didn’t even come to our house to see how his father acted towards me. He knows now as his father is much, much worse due to not listening to the doctors and to me as I gently tried to tell him, he needed to come out of this denial and stop drinking and take the medication, but ” NO” he said to that, yet when he was drunk and in one of his “dementia rages” he would tell me he knew he was sick, but later he just completely forgot how he hurt me physically and emotionally for 3+ years I stayed with him and researched dementia. I had 4 support groups that called me every day to be sure that I was safe. To get back to your wonderful community, at this place where I live with over 100 people they do have a “Prayer, Share and Care” meeting every single Saturday morning which I joined, but the woman that runs it is in her 90’s and has many physical problems. At first I loved it, but as time went by, there were only about 12 people that came and the woman only ever talked about physical problems and what to do. I spoke to her one day about myself and how I suffered from severe physical problems from operations that doctors didn’t do properly and one, they almost killed me by giving me a medication that 1 minute later I coded and ended up in Intensive care for 2 weeks where I was in a drug induced coma. Also, my emotional problems are many so I said to her, sometimes emotional pain can feel worse than physical problems. She didn’t believe that and that is when I found the (incourage) community and have followed them every day since. I love your devotionals and I read them every morning. I will be going to church this afternoon and my minister is going to talk with me and give me Holy Communion so I am very excited about that. Thank you Ligia for enlightening story and I pray often for some peace, hope and love. I never in my wildest dreams thought that this late season of my life, I would be going through something like this. My son will not let me see or talk to my 1 grandchild who in the beginning of all this was 11 and now this year will be 15. I don’t even know what he looks like and every day is heartbreaking to me for my son to do this to me. There is so much more and so little time, so Ligia, I thank you for sharing your story and your wonderful community. I wish you the best and I am sure that God is so happy that things turned around for you. My love to you I send…….Betsy Basile