In one horrible flash — one terrible moment of realization — Tamara suddenly knew: Her addiction was out of control.
While it was true that she had been an addict for most of her life, Tamara was what you would call “functioning.” She managed to hold down a job, care for her nephew, the son of her incarcerated brother – she even attended church. She was one of the few who could keep her cravings in check, all the while covering everything up.
But then, when she was 33, a few of her girlfriends introduced her to a new “friend:” Meth.
Tamara entered a whole new world. She knew this drug would wreck her life. To this day, she remembers whispering a prayer, with the meth-pipe in her hand: “God, you have to come and do something, because I like this.”
Nine years later, you wouldn’t have recognized her: She was broken down. She’d been fired – again. She’d sold off all her possessions just to buy meth and stay high. She was homeless and utterly addicted. The word she used to describe herself: “worthless.”
For a time, she survived by driving prostitutes to and from their appointments. “I was homeless, broken-hearted, broken down,” Tamara says. Seemingly beyond hope – Tamara sometimes slept in her mother’s car. Some nights an acquaintance would let her sleep on their couch.
Only God can help me, she thought, because I’ve been so ugly.
“I gave up,” she recalls.
But God didn’t.
She remembered, that since she was little, her parents took her to church and taught her about God. Now, scraping the very bottom of life’s barrel, Tamara reached up to God one more time. On this desperate day, she knew that if God didn’t answer her prayer, the drugs were going to kill her.
“I don’t want to die like this,” she prayed. “I don’t want to be smoking a bowl when you sound that trumpet. I want to be free.”
And God did answer her prayer — with three simple words: “Gospel Rescue Mission.”
She had actually called us before, more than once, looking for a place to sleep. But every time, our women’s shelter facilities were at full capacity. “No room at the inn.” Then one day, Tamara somehow worked up enough faith to give it one more try.
“Lord, if it’s easy to get in, I’ll know it’s you speaking to me,” Tamara prayed. “If it’s hard, I don’t know what I’m going to do. But you said you’d never leave me or forsake me, so I’m going to call.”
“Can you come in Wednesday?” Stephanie asked (a graduate of the women’s recovery program) Tamara was so astonished, she had to ask the woman to repeat herself! On Wednesday, Tamara got another shock: She learned about our addiction recovery program that she had never known about. “God, this is you!” she exclaimed. “This is all you!”
Today, nearly a year later, Tamara has a new relationship with her mom. (They have a lovely routine: Tamara visits her on Sundays, cooks dinner for her, and spends time with her. Her mom often tells her how proud she is of her!)
Today you can help change the lives of others like Tamara. When you donate, not only is your gift tax-deductible, it also helps us minister to people in desperate need of a new chance at life. Thank you in advance and God bless you!
What was your family like? They sold drugs.
You’ve probably never heard such an answer, but you’ve never met Tracy...
She was working so hard.... So dedicated to her kids.... Working 50+ hours a week, to provide for her family. Emotionally and physically, Sheri was a maxed-out mom.
But then her own mother was diagnosed with a grave illness; one that required serious care. Nobody else in the family was in a position to step up and Sheri couldn’t let her mother suffer alone. So she made the sacrifice and added “caregiver” to her list of responsibilities – but it was too much...
The support of our donors, volunteers, and staff helped Pam find sobriety and salvation, but it didn’t end there...
When they take your children away from you, it’s agony. For you, and for your kids.
That’s the day you wake up and say, “I’ve got to change.”
“Before I came to the Mission, I was a homeless drug addict and alcoholic. I spent my days living in parks and slept in alleys. I would sell my medications I got from a behavioral health organization to get different drugs on the street. I was in and out of psych hospitals and would occasionally...
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.
Laura’s life was spiraling out of control and she had no where else to go. She had recently gone through a divorce that had left her bankrupt both spiritually, emotionally and financially. Life was unstable, moving from job to job and house to house. Laura was using alcohol as a way to deal with her pain and unstable life, but it reached a critical point in her health in June of 2012. She had to call 911 to get to a hospital and she was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver. Laura had to make some changes. Laura came to Gospel Rescue Mission and it changed her life.
Rachel has lost a lot of things in her life. Lost her dad in a car accident when she was three years old and custody of her son due to her drug addiction, but today Rachel can celebrate losing something..92 pounds! Rachel has a new lease on life and her weight loss is only one indication of how far she has come in her recovery. Rachel now has a relationship with God where as she learned to believe in him and believe in herself.
Through the Genesis Program (part of the GRM Life Restoration Program), Rachel was able to see what her false beliefs were. She used to believe the lies that brought her down, ones that told her she couldn’t do anything, but now she is learning to say, “I can!” She has learned to love herself and deal with life instead of depending on drugs to get her through.