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Shutdown in Rehab! Surrendered Hearts!

At times, my girls in recovery are in what’s called, shutdown. Actions are limited. Extra privileges cut off. Time is spent quietly doing certain tasks. Or spent doing no tasks. And conversations are limited, too. Thankfully, I can hold a church service for the ladies, and it’s so great, because many who might not normally come to service (when freedoms are in place), come to church. I love it! I love that the Lord can plant bodies in the room...

Weary and Worn, Worship and Win

Long gray hair, weary eyed, and slumped over. This dear older woman in rehab caught my attention week after week. It’s as if she could have folded her shoulders across her chest with the way she bent over in her chair. So when she wept and prayed with her hands crossed, leaning on her knees during worship, I wondered about her. I wanted to know her story. Her life. Her heart. Her hopes. Her desires. Her reason for the road...

Drug Dealer Faces His Druggies

A new girl raised her hand to share a testimony at the close of our service at the recovery center, and the time was near—I needed to close the service for the morning. But her tears, those streaming down her face for most of the teaching told me, her words were necessary, her heart exploding with a need to give the Lord glory. She stood, wiping those tears with both hands, explaining her nephew’s conversion in prison, a total new-heart...

Go and Sin No More! Rehab Lessons!

Not long ago, Skyler (not her real name) dealt with a situation that could have hindered her graduation from recovery. It also held the real possibility that she might go to prison. She sought God, prayed, told the truth in the matter, and thought she’d jeopardized her past eleven months at the recovery center. I had no idea what she did wrong, nor do I need to know. Apparently at some point, she caught herself inside of a secret, one...

Admitting You’re on the Defensive!

During prayer requests, one of my girls in recovery (rehab) mentioned a specific need in her pod. Not a prayer request that was terribly detailed nor did it mean much to me personally, but I was sure it was directed at another person. She was on the defensive, struggling with her phrasing, unsure of her words. But asking for prayer just the same. Then, during worship, she was led to approach this other person to clear the air. To make...

Forgiving Two Rapists and a Molester

Yesterday at the recovery center with my ladies in rehab, we hung out in Psalm 27. Now verse one says, “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Now before I shared this section of the Bible, and yes, we actually went through the entire 14 verses of Psalm 27, one of my girls embraced me with a hug of surrender, with whispered words that have...

Angel, I’m Not!

I wiggled my way along the winding halls of the hospital, carrying a “get well” card for a person I’d never met. I only knew her name. I only knew I was going to see her. I knew the right thing to do after hearing her name dozens of times. Everyone needs a visitor sometimes. I learned of this person from one of my girls in recovery who used to pray for her mom. She wept at missing her. She...

Giving Up Your Child

Karen (not her real name) tears dropped like chains of despair, like metal clanking on the floor of her heart. She wept from the moment I saw her in the service at the recovery center, to the very last second of our time together. She appeared twenty at best, her petite stature and porcelain face, a reminder of her youth. But despite my inability to gauge her age, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she had signed over her rights to...

Victory in Rehab Even When Mocking Unfolds

When a friend in recovery, who had walls of doubt and walls of worry, and who is now trusting in God, and who is seeking Him for clarity and searching for truth in her Bible, who then tells of the victory; I rejoice at seeing the Lord work in her and through her. When another girl weeps at how a friend invited her to church and she wasn’t coming, but decided to come and then found herself at the foot...

Twelve Years Sober / Now Serving Christ

A gem of a friend. Donna started coming to the recovery center to serve with me several years ago. She’s a former alcoholic and as of this year she’s not had a drink in 12 years. Her love for the girls is evident when she’s there, and they love her too. Today the room was packed, filled with ladies in purple jumpsuits and yes, several new faces. And we gathered for church like we do each Sunday. I have no idea...