I grew up in church. My father was a pastor and my grandfather on my mom’s side was and still is a pastor. And still the enemy got a hold of me. I was raped when I was 13 and rebelled. Soon after I was put on anti-depressants after attempting suicide.
I drank heavily, smoked pot and experimented with many drugs for ten years until I was introduced to meth. My whole world was torn apart by meth. I lost 80 lbs. in 5 months, hid myself from friends and family, my boyfriend and I lost our apartment and lived homeless for 3 months. And still the God I had known form infancy never let me out of His sight.
I found out I was pregnant and my boyfriend (who introduced me to meth) said that I was never to touch meth again. We moved in with his mom and found an apartment soon after. I had a beautiful and healthy baby boy; his name is Judah.
When my son was 4 months old my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to get high again and I said yes. I got high nonstop for three months and again lost my apartment. My boyfriend took my son to his mom’s, and I stayed with a drug addict for another three months.
I only saw my son 4 times during the last 3 months. And still the God I’ve known from infancy never let me out of his sight. I went to a Christian women’s trauma retreat that dealt with the original trauma I had went through as a child and in one weekend the Lord healed my heart, my soul and my body. I’ll never be the same again.
There is no longer any need to drown my sorrows with drugs and alcohol because my god has delivered me from the pain. I am now married to my son’s dad and being the mother and wife God created me to be. All the praise and glory to Jesus!