Like the woman at the well, the only thing about my past that I have to boast in, is that Jesus not only redeemed it, but turned those dark, ugly, shameful places, where I was searching for belonging and meaning, into testimonies of hope for others. How thankful I am for that. Otherwise, I couldn’t live with the memories of the damage I’ve done along the way.
Later, my daughter, although then raised in a God-loving home, found her own dark alleys to travel in the world of drugs and the demands of modeling. But by that time, I’d learned the power of prayer—and experienced the reality of the Presence who delights in proving nothing is impossible with him. Today, the emaciated young woman we spent nights driving shady streets looking for, now shines with light and love.
In case you or someone you know needs hope for yourself or a loved one-- here are links to both of our interviews on the Building Strong Homes podcast.
A Prodigal Daughter: How Modeling Led to Drug Addiction and the Path Back to Jesus Part 1 with Natalie Husk