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I started doing drugs at the age of twelve. I started by smoking pot. Then I started on hash, angel dust, dropping acid, and the list goes on. I was also drinking that Wild Irish Rose. At the age of twenty-two (in 1982)I tried cocaine for the first time. Up to that time, I didn't because I was told it was "addictive" and I didn't want to get addicted to drugs. And for some reason, that was the drug that I really enjoyed. I always had good paying jobs. I was a "functioning addict". I would be able to stay up all night sniffing cocaine, take a shower in the morning and go to work. But all my money was going to buying coke. I was on my second marriage to a man who also loved to get high. Between us, we were spending hundreds of dollars a week on cocaine, reefer and alcohol. And the bills were not getting paid. Around 1991 or 1992, I started getting tired of doing drugs, and tired of having bill collectors calling me all the time, and tired of facing eviction notices. But I did not know how to kick the habit. I did not have faith in programs, so I just did not try any. Around May or June of 1997, I started thinking about committing suicide to get me out of the mess I was in. I planned it all out. I would do it on August 9, which was one day before my husband's birthday (it was his fault we were in such a mess, because he did not want to stop getting high). In July, my brother who was a Christian then for about three years starting calling me up at my job (because we did not have a phone in the house). He asked me if everything was alright and of course I told him yes, even though I was planning on taking my life in August. Then he started telling me that God loved me and that I should go to his church revival tent meeting and meet God. I was raised a "Catholic" so I just told him that I knew God and that I was alright the way I was. But he kept calling and insisting. So to shut him up I told him I would go. The tent revival at his church was from August 4th (more or less) to August 10th). I just figured I would do what I had to do when I got back. I went to the tent revival on August 8th, which was a Friday and whatever that Pastor said just struck me as the truth. It was exactly what I needed to hear, and when he made the alter call I went up there as fast as I could. And the burden was lifted from my shoulders. I felt so light. And my desire to sniff cocaine, to smoke a cigarette, to curse, to lie, to steal, to drink, and I could go on, went just like that (snap). I left that tent a totally different person. I just knew something wonderful had happened to me. Now that night my husband was supposed to meet in at my sister's house (we didn't stay with my brother, my sister had also just become a born again Christian, but I did not know that at that time and they went to the same church), but it was Friday and he had gotten paid. So before he boarded the bus he made his stop at the "spot". He finally made it at 3:00 in the morning of August 9th. The night of August 9th, he asked me how long would this service be? I told him about 3 hours. He said he would stay for just 1 hour and then he was out of there. Let me back up a little here. When my brother was calling me to go up, he told me at one point that God told him that if I took my husband with me, he would be "saved". I didn't know what that meant but it sounded good. So we get to the tent revival meeting, and my husband hears the Word, the Truth, for the first time really in his life and the Pastor said John 14:6 where Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, no man comes to my Father except through me" that verse struck him. He finally understood. And when that Pastor gave the alter call, he went up. So the day I was supposed to take my life, my husband gave up his. He had reefer in his pocket, also cigarettes (he had did all the cocaine on the way up). When we got to my sister's house, he called us to the bathroom and flushed his reefer and cigarettes down the toilet. Praise God!! This was a man who was not looking for God and had no intention of ever giving up his drugs, but God in his mercy and grace saved him. So I know there is a calling on our lives. And I know God truly loves me because he saved me from the miry clay. And I will worship Him all the days of my life. Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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