My mom tried to always make sure that I was in church as a child. I thought I knew everything I needed to know about God growing up. Now, I realize there’s a difference in knowing about God and having a relationship with God. I began using drugs after I had been sent home from the doctor with a prescription for pain pills.
I noticed the energy they gave me was just what I needed with two small children. I kept taking them and found out it was very easy to get them from doctors. After a while, I had to move to stronger pain medication and take more to get the feeling I was looking for. By this time, I had to take them just to keep from being sick.
Eventually, I found a new love: meth. It wasn’t long before I lost everything.. and I mean everything: my children, my house, my family, and my freedom. I was in and out of jail and Drug Court with no sign of hope left. When I got arrested in January of 2012, I knew that I had already been given too many chances. So, I knew that I would be going away for a while this time. My mom told me she was fasting and praying that I would get to go to a rehab and that she had heard of a place called Women of Hope.
In January 2012, a miracle happened when the judge let me enter into the Women of Hope program. It took a while for me to fully surrender. On April 20th, I hit my knees and begged God to forgive me. I wanted to read my bible daily and see what God had to tell me.
My children started coming around and talking to me. My daughter and I were even baptized together in September 2012. I thank God for restoring my relationship with all three of my children and my entire family. After two years of doing well, the devil tried to steal my testimony once again. I thank God for sending people my way to save me. I knew exactly where to run to… the Women of Hope.
My intentions were to stay just for 45 days. However, I have been here almost 5 years and I’m now the Director of the program. Five years ago, I was a mess. I was headed to prison and I was staring death right in the face. I didn’t even care because I really didn’t think there was a way out.
Today, that same miserable person can walk with her head held high and a smile on her face because God has blessed me with so much and He continues to pour blessings on me daily. Only God can turn the mess I was in into a message. I am forever grateful for all the blessings that He continues to pour down on me every day.