She Speaks

I've been praying off and on for awhile about possibly attending the She Speaks christian women's conference this summer in Concord North Carolina. Yesterday I visited a blog that has been a huge source of encouragement for me, WRITE FROM THE HEART . Lelia, (the blog author) posted a blog about winning a scholarship to this year's conference. Since the deadline is today I thought it quite providential that I happened to visit just in time. So here's my entry .....


I first began my blog back in 2007 as a way of reconnecting with parts of myself that had for years been set aside as I was busy with the duties of motherhood. I had always enjoyed creative writing when I was a girl, and with a bit of encouragement from a dear friend I ventured in.


 ... if you look at my archives you'll see that I didn't exactly start off running. In 2007 I had a grand total of 12 posts and 2008 only 7. 


 The dear friend who had encouraged me to start the blog was the one who had found Lelia's blog. She had participated in a  Yes to God Tuesdays study and told me how much she enjoyed it so I decided to jump in. It was just a week after beginning the study that everything changed. 


This blog along with the Tuesdays study turned into a lifeline. in 2009 I made 56 posts. The reason for most, if not all of the posts that year is that in January I discovered that my oldest son was a heroin addict. This discovery rocked me to my very core. It began a three week roller coaster of gut wrenching tough love which included a home detox, much prayer, and sadly a trip to the police department to file charges in hopes of forcing him into rehab. That trip was made by my husband the day my son walked away from our loving home and offers of help. We were as powerless over the drugs as he. He later told me how utterly defeated he was, resigned to a life as an addict. It was all he thought he would ever be. I was too distraught and could not stop crying so my husband went to the precinct without me. Two weeks later I found myself speaking to my son in the visiting room of our local jail. Separated by glass with only fifteen minutes to talk. I begged him to go to the cross. I had done all I could do. 


But that wasn't exactly true. I continued to pray. I prayed as I had been for five years already. "Lord, please break the hold drugs has on Brett ... Lord please turn him back to you .... Lord, bring strong christian fellowship into his life ....."


I prayed, I blogged and God worked. Oh our God is so big so mighty!!! His fingerprints are all over this story. Just three days after he was arrested our Mighty God smashed the grip  that drugs held on Brett. I will never forget that phone call. "Momma, I'm good" He shared his testimony with me. One that I hope some day God will use along with mine. He also told me about a dream that he had where he and I were speaking to a large group of people telling them our story. I remember telling him then that I hoped the dream would come true some day. Back then we didn't know what we were facing. It ended up being 18 months of incarceration that included several transfers two local jails and two penitentiary's.

What the enemy meant for evil God has turned around for good. This story has God's fingerprints all over it. I hope to offer encouragement to other families who have found themselves trapped in the grips of drug addiction. The  She Speaks  scholarship would be a step in the journey to tell this wonderful story of love, mercy and endless grace.