Developing Horizons Magazine (2).pdf Spring 2015 | Page 12

I was in prison and you
visited me…
There is no greater privilege than to sow seeds of love and

redemption into hearts so bruised and broken many give up…
but many don’t and we must make known the stories of lives
God has touched and made triumphant in Christ.
I started seeking the Lord in February 2014. By May
I was disgusted with myself and decided I needed help
with my addiction. My dad made me admit myself into
the hospital before he would let me move into his house.
After moving in with my dad, I began to read my Bible
and pray more than I ever had. I wanted to do right
and be the mother I knew I could be if I applied myself,
but something wasn’t right. I felt like Paul. I wanted to
do right, but instead I did the very thing I hated. For
example, I traded the drugs for alcohol. It didn’t take
long before I started looking for a loop hole so I could use
without anyone noticing. I kept praying, but deep down,
I knew it was wrong to try to ride the fence. In July I
relapsed. On September 9th, I was arrested. On a Tuesday night after church, I was lying in my bunk reading a
pamphlet. The pamphlet was explaining the significance
of prayer. After reading, I said my own personal prayer
asking God to forgive me, admitting I could do nothing
without his help and accepting Christ as my Savior. A
few ladies came in and caught me in tears. They were
all a part of my Bible study group that we started a few
days after I was brought into t H