I sat there in pain & agony; horrible thoughts flooding my mind.
The psych meds didn’t help, the weed and alcohol were just bandaids to numb me.
I thought to myself, “at least I’m a better mom this way… at least I’m calm.”
Now here I am. Living in complete peace. Running a small business for crying out loud! My life… looking nothing like what it used to.
All this in large part due to a small group of students from a local ministry school walking out the Gospel.
I remember the day like it was yesterday.
I remember their faces… the faces of the ones who saw me the way Jesus sees me.
I remember how they spoke with me. How they cared for me.
I would spend another 2 months struggling before I finally surrendered fully. But let me tell you, when that happened, EVERYTHING changed!
I could physically feel the weight of everything I had been carrying lift off me!
I knew beyond any doubt that Jesus had taken my burdens!
Fast forward to today - by the grace of God I finished a three year ministry school and am now working toward a Master’s degree and running a small business.
The old Kierstene really is dead and gone. I can say, like Paul, “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” - Galatians 2:20