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  • I grew up in a military family. My dad was an alcoholic and my mom was his follower. After many years of drinking my dad had a heart attack. While he was being driven to the hospital he called out to God to save him. He survived the attack and became a committed Christian.

    Growing up I had been use to staying by myself and really having no discipline. However , things changed my family began going to church, every service. The first time we attended service I can remember a girl who rode my bus blinking her eyes in amazement. I was so proud to be entering the church. I was11 years old. As my family grew more close to the Lord I felt myself slipping into rebellion. At the age of 13 I started taking a powerful drug called LSD. I can remember thinking that it was wrong but I was very selfish.

    I stumbled in and out of church for awhile, but never applied to my life. At the age of 15 I was placed in a rehabilitation center for crack abuse. My insurance would only pay for 4 days of therapy so I was discharged.

    Two days before I went to the center I went to my parents and told them that I was in great need of help, and for the first time I cried out to God to help me. He gave me Galatians 5.1 Christ has made us free and do not be entangled again with sin. Praise the Lord.

    For the first week or two I after leaving the hospital it went good. However, shortly after that I began to believe Satan's lies that I was no good. Satan is the father of all lies he is the root of evil. There are to many people who don't realize that they are being controlled by the devil. I hate him.

    Between the ages of 15 and 17 I dropped out of high school. I made my parents life a living hell. I ran away from home continuously going everywhere from the neighbors to New York, we lived in Texas.

    But they prayed for me always, sometimes even getting up at 2 or3 am to pray for me. I can't imagine the pain they felt. Praise God for committed parents. Not just for being dedicated to me but for being committed to our Lord Jesus Christ.

    At the age of 17 I was introduced to heroin. At first I used maybe once a month but it increased quickly. Before I knew it I was 2 years into a hardcore heroin addiction. I barely weighed 90 pounds at 5' 5".

    I did everything from stealing money to stealing the drugs from drug dealers. It took me almost 2 more years to get the nerve to quit . I had always wanted to quit but I was so scared. Some addicts stay addicted because they think it is easier to do it than to go through the withdrawals.

    During all of this my parents had moved to New Mexico to be missionaries for the Navajo Indians. They are truly Godly people.

    I couldn't' take anymore life on the streets so I packed all my stuff and drove from NY to NM. By the time I got to NM I was feeling very bad. I had the cold sweats, I had shin splints all over my body, I was throwing up uncontrollably, and didn't even have the energy to feed myself. After a few days of this my dad asked me to go to a Christian rally with him. God moved in my heart and some how I got the strength to go. At that meeting I started getting really sick again. My mom told me to go up for prayer but I didn't know why. I went and immediately I felt God's presence in me. I cried out to the Lord. I said God forgive me, please take this pain away, I don't want to live this way anymore and I asked the Lord to come into my heart. At that point all of my pain was gone. I had been delivered from a drug nightmare that had haunted me for along time. I was free.

    Two days after I accepted Jesus, I too like Alison had a dream or vision from the Lord. I can remember lying on the floor and I was really big. Then a little me and Jesus knelt down beside my body. The little me and Jesus began pulling bricks from my stomach and throwing them off a cliff. When we were finished the little me and Jesus walked towards a large gate and there were all these people yelling to me saying how happy they were to see me.

    I believe that little me was me, a baby Christian, and that I was a part of the family of God. Thank you Jesus for the wonderful work you are doing in my life. I pray that you would touch the heart of all men. I pray great blessings upon Alison, and thank you for the vision you gave her and for giving her the courage to do it . Jesus is alive. Amen.

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