RUNNING WITH THE GOSPEL
Around ten years ago, I discovered that my oldest daughter was into drugs. And, I had suspected it for a few years, probably just was in denial, but an incident one night happened and it was a confirmation. She admitted, “I’m pretty deep into a drug addiction.” The next morning, we headed to the hospital just to seek help because I had no idea what to do, as I’d never dealt with drugs in that capacity. That began a long, long, long road, many years, of just battling with my daughter…drugs.
My name is Cherry and I’m a prayer minister. I get to sit and watch the Lord speak into others and heal and deliver. So, it’s an amazing, amazing calling. When I was approached about sharing my story, I was excited because I have hundreds and hundreds of stories about healing and deliverance. I’ve just seen God do amazing, beautiful things. One evening while driving I’m like, “Okay God, which story am I going to share?” Because you’ve just given me so many stories. He spoke something into my heart that really took me by surprise. And I’m like, Oh, okay, wait a minute, God. Not sure about this story. What He said to me was, “Cherry, you are not her salvation, I am.” That phrase has penetrated my heart just over and over and over again, many, many times over the past ten years. So, I knew from there that this is the story that I want to share.
I began to ask the Lord over and over and over again, “God, why? Why? I’ve dealt with this before in family members. Why again now?” And also, I just began to ask, “What have I done to contribute to my daughter’s downfall? God, help me help her. What do I do?” I continually would just feel His love and His peace, and He would just help me internally, but then I could see how deep she was going into it. She began, through the years, to just go deeper and deeper. In and out of the hospital, in and out of jail. Just doing all the ugly things that someone does when they’re addicted to drugs. It hurt me, it hurt my children, and it hurt my family. We didn’t trust her, but I just so deeply loved her, and I wanted to help her. I wanted to rescue her. I had extremely strong boundaries with her, which was from the help of my family members. I had good boundaries. She couldn’t live with me. I didn’t give her money. I basically just said, “You’re on your own.” She was an adult, and this was her choice.
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