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| Testimony 1 |
| My name is Joyce B and I've been at Mary Hall Freedom House for 7 months. My addiction has affected every area of my life. It wrecked everything during the last 15 years. When I came to MHFH, I was emotionally, physically and spiritually bankrupt. I have come to understand that my life will end if I do not change. MHFH has taught me that I must establish and maintain a relationship with a Higher Power that is totally spiritual. I had to become willing to make sacrifices in order to maintain my sobriety. I came to MHFH after spending two months in jail. After arriving at MHFH, I made a commitment that I would not do that again. I was a relapse queen. I didn't know how to stay stopped. I was an expert at sabotaging all of the blessings I had received. Since coming to MHFH I understand the concept of my disease. I understand that I must actively participate in my recovery. I have a sponsor that I call on a daily basis. I have worked the Steps and am now on Step 11. I have a job, and a relationship with my family. MHFH has loved me when I could not love myself. Today, I can dream and have faith that they will come true. I am truly a miracle. |
| -- Joyce B |
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| Testimony 2 - Seated Up Above |
Jesus loves me this I know,
but I could have cared less 13 months ago.
Living like the world and searching for that love,
yet my soul was crying out to me, "What you really want is Seated Up Above".
Nevertheless, I went longing, to fulfill the wants my body craved,
dibbling and dabbling with drugs and alcohol, I soon made myself a slave.
If I could just get one more hit, I think I'd be alright,
one hit would lead to two more hits and I'd end up smoking all night.
Unable to be motivated, unless I had a hard stiff drink,
so what, I am fullfledge alcoholic, and I used that excuse not to think.
Negativity became my best friend combined with anger, resentments, and fears.
Still nevertheless I got high, and long days soon turned to long years.
I no longer knew myself, before I knew it my identity had changed.
No longer a mother, a sister with brothers, Tracy had obtained a new name.
Some people call them addicts, a junkie for the most.
Whatever the name that drug users were labeled, I seem to be the host.
Now once again I hear a voice
calling out from deep within me,
the voice says, "What you are looking for cannot be bought with money,
and who you need, you don't call Him honey.
And you'll never get it sitting there on some brother's lap,
and far from where your headed to one of the town's dope traps.
What you are in need of cannot be bought with silver, or bought with gold.
Whom you've been seeking is seated up above, waiting to unfold.
But, on the road again I choose to go, looking for a man with a fist full of dollars,
burying the real Tracy deep into the land of the forgotten.
I was out of control, causing every member of my family to suffer right along with me.
Oh yes, I took my love ones hostage, not physically but I did it mentally.
Now I know how that woman felt with the issue of blood, for 12 years,
lots of pain and enduring hurts, "I was a walking vessel of tears".
But this woman, with the issue of blood
got exactly what she needed, some time from a judge.
It's been 13 good long months and I don't regret a day that's gone by.
Tracy's being resurrected, discovering that I was hand selected by the Potter Himself.
And as He slowly and carefully puts me back together again,
I stay on my knees and I fold my hands.
Praying with thanksgiving so blessed to still be alive,
another chance to try living, not living to get high.
I've found whom I've been seeking, with an immeasurable amount of love;
the Man that I've been longing for is Seated Up Above. |
| --Tracy. M |
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