I was 13 years old, standing in knee-deep snow, staring up at a window that no longer had a place for me. ​I had no hat, no gloves, and wet sneakers. My face was raw from the wind, and my tears froze into ice on my cheeks before they could even fall. I was starving, I smelled like the streets, and my body ached from the early stings of frostbite. ​I had run away from the "charity" of foster homes where I was treated like a chore, only to find myself chasing a mother who was already planning her escape from me. By my next Christmas, she would change her address and sign me over to the state like unwanted furniture. ​But as I walked through that snow, a tiny fire in my heart kept me moving. I whispered to the wind: “All of this can’t be for nothing.” ​Today, that pain is the fuel behind Blue Bag Foundation Inc. I started this mission so no child has to carry their life in a trash bag or feel like "charity." We give them the "good gift", we give them dignity. ​If you’ve ever felt invisible, or if you’re looking for a reason to believe your pain has a purpose, please read my full story on the blog today. ​ Read the full story here: https://jessicanevith.blog/2025/12/24/the-ghost-on-the-sidewalk/ Support the Mission: https://gofund.me/29ca3f00d ​#BlueBagFoundation #GodSipAndTea #Resilience #NotForNothing #FosterCareAwareness #ChildhoodTraumaSurvival

When society promised me a safe place, I chose the street instead. For many kids, Thanksgiving isn't about gratitude; it's about deep isolation. In this week's God'Sip and Tea, I share my truth as a homeless teenager who ran away from a cruel foster system. Learn how God used that wilderness to prepare me for my purpose as the founder of the Blue Bag Foundation Inc. ​#ThanksgivingTruth #FosterCareCrisis #RedemptiveSuffering #GodSipAndTea #BlueBagFoundation #nonfollowers Click the link 👇🏽 👇🏽 👇🏽 https://jessicanevith.blog/2025/11/27/thanksgiving-the-wilderness-i-chose-over-the-cage/