Why Invest in The Haven . . .

I was being me, acting in the call on my life by helping young people in my community. One person went out of their way to stop me. They brought a TEMPORARY end to more than fifteen years of community service. I wonder what would happen if one m1llion humans knew the truth and invested between $5 and $50, or more for me to return to living in service? I have some creative ideas of how I will help many people in the West End of Louisville, Ky, when they do. 

In January of 2017, I was asked to come into the Section 8 office to re-certify. I answered all their questions honestly. (I have been told by numerous people THAT was my mistake.) When asked the source of my income, I told the truth, that the non-profit I worked for paid my living expenses because most of their services were conducted from my address. The Board of My Daughter's Foundation, Inc. prepared and submitted an itemized list of payments made on my behalf. The Section 8 worker later called me to say "This report is suspicious since the organization's name is Nyleve's Haven and your granddaughter's name is Nyleve." (At the time I had no idea how that made any sense. Nyleve’s Haven is approximately nine years older than the grandchild whose name is the reverse of my mother’s and daughter’s names - Evelyn.) Because the worker did not like nor understand my answers, she dropped me from the program which stopped paying the program's portion of the rent, without my knowledge.

In June, my landlord sent me a pay or quit notice; I was given 14 days to pay the past-due rent that had not been paid for 6 months. It was the Section 8 portion of the rent past due, not mine. My portion of the rent, $77!!, had been paid, on time, monthly. Of course, I did not have the past due amount. In one week, the landlord went from praying for me to cursing at me. Initially, she acknowledged that something was strange about my case because she had received notification regarding several other residents in the complex when their benefits ended, but nothing about me.

A few days later she, the landlord, started sending me clippings of articles written about me in the press and spoke to me as though I had committed a crime. She verbally attacked me and accused me of "using the system for my personal gain" and said, "There are many good people in this city, you are NOT one of them." The comments hurt my feelings then and make me angry now. I had done no wrong. I moved out quickly and surrendered the apartment keys to avoid an eviction on my record.

My truth: My Boss, Who is God, shows out in my life when I am obedient to Divine will and follow God’s guidance. I call it acting on the Word that I Heard, internally.  Growing up, my mother said I was charmed; my father said I was blessed. This time, the outer human world said I had nothing to share. My Boss, Who is God, was providing resources that I managed well. I am a very smart and creative businesswoman who can generate profit with ease. I am a mother who can take a little bit and make a lot out of it. I serve a powerful God who created and called me to serve. I am committed to helping people, as a lifestyle. God is real!!! My image of the Divine is good, kind, and generous. The story of the number of people My Boss fed with a single package of chicken from the Haven’s freezer is legendary within the Haven household.