Reluctantly, I let the girls from the Home of Grace sign my journal. Honestly, it just seemed kind of lame. We were in treatment, not high school, and it was a journal, not a yearbook (see where I’m going with this?). In retrospect, I’m thankful for all of the signatures, notes, and love those girls showed me. Reading through some of the things they wrote brought me back to the place where I began my journey (this journey, the one we’re currently on). 

For everything comes from Him and exists by His power and is intended for his glory. All glory to Him forever! Amen. ~Romans 11:36

The last time you stopped by, I told you about some of my past toxic friendships. Believe me when I tell you that Jesus doesn’t always put the people we want in our paths. When He does, they’re the right people at the right time (in His perfect time). Grab a seat, kick up your feet, and let me tell you about the Home of Grace, a little place in Gauthier, Miss., known as a place where miracles happen.

For 57 years, this Christ-based recovery center has served as a guiding light for those lost in the darkness. “Founded on faith and rooted in love, the Home of Grace has become a leader in successful recovery by introducing Jesus Christ as the catalyst for hope, healing, and quality of life.

For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases Him. ~Phili 2:13

As my parents turned onto Home of Grace drive, I knew I was out of options. I had no choice but to lay it down for three months, not because I had a problem. It was because of the seven felonies I was facing. On February 7, 2017, I checked into the Home of Grace, oblivious to my disfunction, with no clean time under my belt and a court order saying “I had” to be there. 

Not knowing where the road to recovery would lead me, I kept an open mind and low expectations. My plan was to make the best of my time there. What did I have to lose? Best case scenario, I sober up and love it. Worst case scenario, I start using again. Addiction is a tricky disease that tells you that you don’t have one. What I dreaded the most was being surrounded by nothing but women for months.

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. ~Phili 1:6

BUT GOD had another plan. He patiently waited until I was at my lowest and met me there (at the Home of Grace). Then He instrumentally, began to use these women, these so-called broken women, to lift one another up from the ashes. Those three months turned out to be some of the best days. Nothing is coincidental, sis. When you witness a desperate situation miraculously turn around, there’s no denying that it was His hands at work. Watching the constant exchange of beauty for ashes confirmed that I was there by divine appointment.

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I left the woman’s campus on fire for the Lord. My three months of sobriety were like a bonus. He brought me there to become more like Him and less like the shell of my former self. Home of Grace will forever be the place where God started His work in me. If you want to know what freedom looks like check out the picture we snapped our homecomimg celebration..

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