On the night of October 23, 2006, I cried out for help and was turned down to enter the gates of the Gospel Rescue Mission due to not having an open bed for me. I said, “You don’t understand, I don’t want to be out here on the streets. I am tired and I need help.” She responded, “I understand, but there is no room for you here and you will need to call back in the morning.” I had become broken, full of shame, guilt, and doubt. I had become an alcoholic and an addict, homeless and unemployable. I had learned how to survive off the streets and was living in a motel room with a boyfriend right across the street from the Gospel Rescue Mission. I know it today as a divine appointment from God - turing the darkness into light, His light. Ashes into beauty.
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