Inese is counting her blessings this fall. Inese Johnson’s story begins across the world in Latvia. Her early childhood was marked by instability and hardship. “I was with my birth parents till about age 4 and a half,” she says. “Then I went into an orphanage. I was malnourished… it wasn’t a
She believes God’s grace brought her here—not her own strength. When Regina arrived at the Rescue Mission of Middle Georgia four months ago, she was tired in every possible way. After more than 30 years of addiction, a season of sobriety, and nearly five years lost to relapse, she knew
One of the greatest blessings I have foundat the Mission is a true sense of belonging I am deeply grateful that my life has become a testimony to the redeeming power of God’s love. I had a stable childhood and was raised alongside my siblings by parents who faithfully loved
I struggled with addiction, self-worth, and codependency. Now, I’m walking with Jesus Christ. Rachel grew up surrounded by addiction and violence. She remembers her father firing a shotgun in their home while she hid in the closet. Memories like that were hard to process, and she found an escape in
From the Streets to Salvation: How the Mission Taught Me to Live Again My name is Chris Shaw. My journey to the gates of the Rescue Mission of Middle Georgia was paved with thirty years of shadows, silence, and survival. To understand where I am today, you have to understand
“I’m thankful to be alive and see another day.” Brandon grew up with a close-knit, loving family in East Macon. “My childhood was amazing,” he recalls. “I went to Chuck E. Cheese a lot, went to the park and had a lot of fun.” School, however, was a challenge. “I
“I completely trust God and His love forme.” I was born at St. Mary’s Hospital on October 12th in Richmond, VA. My mom’s name is Brenda Walker, and my dad’s name is Waverly Walker. My mom always told me and my brother, Brandon, that she always wanted children. She said
“All glory to God.” My childhood was difficult from the very start. I was born prematurely, weighing only five pounds, and because of that, my mother initially didn’t want me. She and my father were together for nineteen years, but their relationship was filled with every kind of abuse—physical, verbal,
“Since coming to the Mission, I have learned what it truly means to live for and in Jesus Christ.” I believed I had a typical childhood. I was raised by two loving parents who, for the most part, set good examples for me. They worked hard and instilled in me