Through It All

What can I say? I have had some rough weeks. I've been trying to help a dear friend. I've known her well for 2 years. Then, over the summer, her life began to spiral out of control. I knew she was messed up with drugs. My heart could see the beautiful person hiding beneath the pain she'd bottled up inside. Over the last year, I've prayed and prayed for her. Prayed for God to make a difference, but she wouldn't even give him a chance. Then rock bottom came.

Rock bottom drove her to my house. Our house was the only place she could go. I watched over her for 2 weeks as her body trembled, her sweat poured, her stomach twisted in knots and listened to her vomit after every meal. I prayed more. I knew she was a strong girl. I knew she could do this, if only she'd believe in her self. I knew that it was only by prayer that we accomplished the impossible. People said: "You don't know how to do that". True, I didn't, but God did. (That's the only reason she's clean today.) She's been clean for 67 days.

Today, she takes to wing to good ole' Alabama. She is going to continue her journey there with a much larger support of people. People who understand the journey she's been on, because they've been there themselves. She's come a super long way the last 10 weeks. She's closer to the Lord, maybe not all the way there yet, but definitely closer.

There have been many people to help her on this journey and I know it was our obedience that saved her from death. He really thought he had her this time and maybe he would have, but God stepped in. He stepped in and fought for her, when she couldn't fight anymore. We are honored to have been able to be God's hands & feet in her life and will never forget the things I've learned through it all.