3 years ago is when I began to love God. Iāve always believed in him, and Iāve always viewed myself as a Christian, but this is when I gave myself to him and put my soul into it. Or so I thought, because not long after, meth tore me away. The man that Iām with started getting into it as well. To the point he wanted to learn how to make it. Of course, I was skeptical. I mean, who wouldnāt be? I had a burden on my heart because I felt like I was turning my back against Godā¦ I let the addiction take over, and before I knew it, we were making sure we had an obnoxious amount, everyday. Our lives revolved around it. Constantly thinking about it 24/7. High all the time. Happy as could be until the paranoia, violence and lack of sleep came around. As soon as we hit that point, we couldnāt turn back. The lack of sleep turned us into angry people, but we always felt like we needed more, so we could never get sleep to get back to our normal minds. It was a neverending vicious cycle. Our mental state was quickly deteriorating. We didnāt care. All that mattered was the next high. We all know that these things come with consequences, and boy do they. We were driving around one day with a friend of his and saw police. James, in his paranoid state of mind, started panicking, gaining their attention. Of course, not long after, we saw the lights. James sped into a driveway and hopped out of the car and ran. Just minutes after, there was multiple undercover cops searching for him. 20 minutes later, a trooper pulled into the driveway with James in the passenger seat. He let me say my goodbyes and sent me and his friend on our way. After that, his friend looked after me and took me under his arms; I will forever be thankful for that! But little did I know at the time, his friend was much worse with drugs than I could imagine possible. I started getting worse. Smoking it just wasnāt cutting it. I started injecting. It was a whole new world for me. It was all fun and games to me until I got a call from James one day, begging me to go to my parents house and get away from the life I was living. At that time, I thought maybe he was just jealous of me spending time with his friend, so I ignored it, hung up the phone, and got high. The next day I got another call from him. Again, begging me to go home. This time, he told me heās been going to church and talking to God. He asked me to pray on it. Iāll admit, at this time, thatās not what I was worried about doing. I had lost all sight of my Christian ways. I already had a syringe ready in the room. I was more than ready to get high, but, I thought to myself; What do I have to lose? Why not send out a quick prayer? Instantly after praying, my heart started changing. I broke down and cried to God, asking him to please rid my life of the things I was into. I left the house that night. I went home to my parents. Since that night I opened up to God, I have not once even thought about getting high. Iāve felt no want. No need. This is coming from an addict that couldnāt go a couple hours without. I asked him to rid me of it, and he did completely. Not only me, but James as well. Iām now close to God again. In fact, closer than Iāve ever been. I revolve my life around HIM now. I want the high that HE gives me. Through God, you truly can do anything. This took a lot of courage to post, but I believe itās something the Lord wants me to do. He saved my life. He can surely save yours, too. āThen they criedĀ to theĀ LordĀ in their trouble, and he saved themĀ from their distress. He sent out his wordĀ and healed them; he rescuedĀ them from the grave.ā (Psalms107:19-20) Iām a recovering addict, and this is my testimony.
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