Category: Stories of Hope

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I grew up around addiction. Both of my parents were addicts, and because of that, I had to grow up fast. At 12 years old, I started smoking and sneaking out of my house. I have been my family’s caregiver

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. I grew up in a religious household with a good environment free from any direct contact with addiction. As I got older and into my college years, drinking became a regular part

The day I realized that I needed help was on February 17, 2023 I arrived home after another 16-hour day at work to the routine mess in my life – lies, betrayal, and overwhelming hopelessness that comes with living with addiction and the enemy all around me. Although I was

Thank you for showing him that new life is possible. Keith’s struggle with substances began during a turbulent childhood marked by trauma. “I experienced the death of close friends at a young age,” he says, “and I struggled with self doubt. That pushed me to try drugs… to distract myself

Willie is now better than ever! My name is Willie Moore. I was born in Waycross, Georgia, to a 16-year-old single mother. When I was a small child, we moved from Waycross to Florida, where my mother was from. My mother worked hard to finish school, and life was suitable

Ben is now better than ever! My name is Ben Martin, and I was born on April 26, 1985, in Macon, Georgia. I grew up in Perry, Georgia. This is my story – the story of how God changed a broken, lost man and restored my life. I would like

Thanks to you… Jasmine has HOPE this Christmas! Jasmine was trapped in a destructive cycle and knew she needed to break free – for herself and her daughter. “My mom was a drug addict,” Jasmine remembers. “She gave me and my little sister up when I was only 7.” Her

““BEAR ONE ANOTHER’S BURDENS, AND SO FULFILL THE LAW OF CHRIST.” GALATIANS 6:2 My name is Amy, and I was born in Syracuse, New York, and at the age of 10, my mother moved us to Opelika, Alabama where I was raised. My father passed away from cirrhosis of the

“I lost everything I’d worked for…” From an early age, Johnny struggled to feel loved and accepted. His mother left when he was only 5 years old, and her absence created a hole in his life. “I missed my mom, and I couldn’t understand why she would leave,” he says.

“My name is James Williams, and this is my testimony.” I was eight years old when my mother and father went through a divorce. It broke our family up. My father was very abusive to my mother, so my mom ran with my siblings and me to keep us safe. There