On my own I made very poor decisions though, and became addicted to drugs.

My oldest son at 18 months of age, was diagnosed with 2 forms of meningitis. He was put on life flight and I rode with him while my family on the ground was told he was going to die on the way. He didn’t. He spent 3 days on life support and 8 days in the infectious disease unite. I hadn't really prayed in years and I started doing this. Everyone was praying for him all over the Eastern US (friends and family and all our churches). The day he came home, the chief of staff and the head of the IDU came to his room to see the miracle baby, and told me that they did not save him. The medicine did not save him. He should be dead at the least severely disabled, deaf and brain damaged. They said only God could have sent him home perfect as he is.

Even during my addiction I've not stopped praying. Each and every day I know I always get the answers whether I wanted the one I got or not. I prayed to get off the drugs, but didn’t put my own effort into int. My answer – I get pulled over and come to prison – and there got help. Thank God. Now I'm closer to God than I've ever been, have read the whole Bible and now through many different Bible study courses, have even began to understand it. I KNOW Jesus hears me and will always be with me and will never let me down.