I am no longer that Slave to alcohol and drugs, they always smiled with me and then at . . .
Adoption: is the word I have known from the beginning of my life, from the time I was 8months old when my mother decided she didn’t want me till the time when Jesus had found me at the age of . . .
The day the rest of Don’s life began, there was doubt he’d even survive until nightfall . . .
“I was downtown,” he recalls. “When the Springfield Rescue Mission food service coordinator, Damon, came with volunteers to give out something to eat and drink. They handed me a sandwich and a cup, which I tried to put up to my mouth and spilled, I was shaking so . . .
Steve went through some really tough times. His wife was sick for a long time, and he numbed his pain with alcohol. Steve's wife passed away three days before their 15th anniversary, and he spiraled downhill fast, losing his job, becoming homeless and estranged from his children. But thanks to you, that's not the end of the story . . .
Adam came from a broken family and tried to hide his pain and confusion by self-medicating with pot in his early 20's. As the years went by, he experimented with cocaine and prescription pills. By the age of 29 he found himself to be a full blown addict. Adam said, “At this point, I was waking up dope-sick and trying to make it through the day. I thought I was happy when I was high, but I was truly miserable. I was working two jobs, but I never had any money. The pills got too expensive so I tried heroin. I ended up with an incredible habit that was drowning me. I lost the jobs, I lost the place where I was staying and I became homeless.” Last Christmas, Adam was using cocaine heavily. He was ordered by a judge to get into a rehabilitation program. That’s when he found the Springfield Rescue . . .
After giving his heart to Christ in April 2006, he knew he was up against a fierce battle with the “old man” in him, all the “garbage” in his soul and spirit left by his . . .
