Stories of Hope

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 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

The Mission has prepared me in more ways than I can count. Before coming to the Mission, my life was chaotic. I was trapped in an abusive relationship and heavily addicted to drugs. I was in and out of jail, and I wasn’t showing up for my son the way he deserved.

“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

“I feel free, comfortable, and happy.” Morris grew up in the church – a spiritual foundation during a tumultuous childhood. But when his parents divorced due to his dad’s drug addiction, that foundation crumbled. “We stopped going to church,” he says. Without that support and community, Morris’ life began to

“God, I can’t do this on my own. A heart change, a mindset change, a life change – I need you to take over.” Before I came to the Mission, it felt like my life was falling apart underneath me. It happened slowly over many years, then all at once,

I’ve experienced a complete change in the direction of my life since coming to the Mission. Before I found myself at the Mission, I had an adventurous childhood. I was born in Florida and grew up surrounded by four-wheelers, mud trucks, camo gear, hunting, and fishing – just your typical