A Cry for Help—and a Life Made New

Savanna
Recovery Guest
Savanna comes from a big family and growing up, she loved sports. She says she had a good childhood and enjoyed being active. But in Tucson, she also felt like there wasn’t much to do. As a teenager, around fifteen or sixteen, she was introduced to drugs. At first it might have seemed like just something to try, but very quickly it became a trap. She started using meth, and later she was put on Suboxone that she began to abuse too.
She later was in a toxic relationship with her son’s father. He was doing hardcore drugs and bringing them into her home.
A turning point came when she became pregnant with her son, she was full of fear and shame of what her life had become and In that place of brokenness, Savanna cried out to God with an honest prayer “God, I don’t know if you’re real. I don’t know if you exist. All I know is I cannot stop doing drugs and I want my baby.”
At six months pregnant, she felt something like a spiritual bubble around her, a covering that took away her constant urge to use. God led her to a detox center, and from there He kept carrying her, step by step.
Coming to GRM she found something different from all her other recovery attempts. The difference, she says, is Jesus. She began to live out her faith in action. She saw miracles in her life, big and small.
Today, Savanna is living a new life with Jesus at the center. She is clean, in recovery, and learning every day how to be the mother her son deserves she is now chasing God’s purpose for her life. Her advice to others still struggling is “Don’t be so hard on yourself, the world is already hard enough. You are not beyond hope, no matter how many times you’ve tried and fallen. Bring God into it. Talk to Him honestly, even if all you can say is, “I can’t stop and I need help.” Drop the shame, tell the truth, and let Jesus carry you when you can’t carry yourself. If He can rescue a broken, scared, addicted mother and turn her into a woman of hope and purpose, He can do the same for you.

