Oh My Gosh, I Could Have Been Killed!

I was just a little bit crazy in my teenage years and early twenties.  Drugs were a prominent part of my life.

One day while I was high on drugs I was hitchhiking somewhere that I do not remember. O my gosh, I could have been killed. A man had picked me up and shared Jesus with me although I do not remember a word that he said.  He also gave me a copy of “The Living Way Bible.”    

I was drawn to that Bible many times out of curiosity. 

I believe that through this encounter and this man’s prayers, it started a chain of events of different things happening in my life that brought me to the Lord. This included checking into a mental hospital for methadone detox, falling into a nearly fatal coma, the birth of a son and then coming to the end of my rope when he was a few months old, and finally going into a Youth With A Mission ministry called Hope House. 

It was a process.

What stood out to me about God was His unconditional love, acceptance, and forgiveness for all that I have done, a father’s love that I had never known, and a sense of family from living in the YWAM community. 

– Tamara