GREEN PASTURES HOME AIDE LLC

From Resentment to Revelation: The Story Behind Green Pastures Home Aide LLC

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“What once felt like a burden became my greatest blessing.”

I was only 13 years old when I was introduced to the world of caregiving—not through training, not by choice, but by necessity.

My grandmother, Hazel Green, fell seriously ill. She was the rock of our household—the one who raised me and my siblings when life offered little stability. But when sickness struck, and resources ran thin, we all had to grow up fast. The role I was given? Bathing and grooming her.

At that age, it felt unfair. I hated the task. I hated the feeling. I hated that my friends were out playing while I was learning how to carefully wash my grandmother’s frail body. And yet… every single day, she looked me in the eye and told me I took such good care of her.

And oh—how I hated those words too.

They didn’t feel like compliments. They felt like a reminder of a life I didn’t ask for. It was only with time, wisdom, and divine revelation that i understood:
She wasn’t just thanking me. She was prophesying over me.

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The Blessing I Didn’t Understand

In her own way, Hazel Green spoke a future I couldn't see—one where my hands would still serve, but this time with purpose and honor. She told me often that one day I would have my own homecare agency. I never believed her. I never even wanted it. But God has a way of planting seeds in discomfort… and using what you once resented to reveal your true anointing.

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The Birth of Green Pastures

Years later, I became a certified caregiver. I worked inside the homes of clients from every walk of life—some wealthy, some struggling, some forgotten.

But I never forgot my beginning. And I never forgot her name.

When it came time to open my own agency, there was only one name that made sense:
Green Pastures. A name that honors my grandmother, Hazel Green. A name rooted in Psalm 23—a place of rest, comfort, and care.

Green Pastures Home Aide LLC was born not out of ambition, but out of a calling.
This isn’t just a business.
This is my yes to the blessing my grandmother placed on me.
This is redemption for every moment I once resented.
This is dignity restored to every person who feels unseen, unheard, or unworthy.

A Calling That Wakes Me Every Morning

Today, I serve clients from all backgrounds. I enter homes not just as a caregiver—but as a witness of grace.
I know what it means to feel forgotten.
I know what it means to be tired.
But I also know what it means to be called, and to show up with love in your hands.

This is what Green Pastures is about.

It’s not just homecare—it’s heart care.
It’s not just a service—it’s a sanctuary.
And every morning, I wake up ready—not just to go to work, but to fulfill a promise… to God, to myself, and to my grandmother.

 

To Hazel Green—thank you for the blessing I never asked for.
I now understand that it wasn’t punishment.
It was preparation.