I grew up in a happy, Christian family with my parents and my sister. We were not rich, but we had everything we needed and I grew up comfortably. Despite this, I always felt like an outsider and started experimenting with alcohol when I was in high school. At the age of 20, I fell pregnant. This was a lot for my family to handle since I was not raised that way. My son was born healthy and happy, but I felt I needed something more. I then got engaged to a man, not my son’s father, whom I thought would complete the picture. Soon after we got married, I realised that I made a huge mistake since he ended up abusing me physically and verbally throughout our six year marriage. We had two more children since I thought it would make things better, but it didn’t. He left me twice during the course of our marriage and it was during this time that I discovered drugs. I believed the drugs would numb the pain and ease the emptiness in my life. I felt alone and far removed from God. With my life being so sinful, I felt too embarssed turn to Him. My marriage finally ended, but instead of turning to my family and God for help, I turned to the drugs. This choice took me down a destructive path and I got involved in various criminal activities. I started spending more time in police holding cells than I can recall. It was a Sunday morning and I remember sitting in the holding cell once again, crying bitterly. I was in desperate need of a different life when unexpectedly, the door of the cell opened and a man walked in. He asked to talk to me and, even though I was terribly ashamed of myself, I agreed to see him. He told me that he was from the Gideons and that, despite the crisis I found myself in, God’s infinite love and mercy make it possible for me to experience His grace and acceptance. He told me that God is inviting me to give my life and all my problems to Him. He gave me a little Bible and prayed for me. When he left, I started reading it, tears ran down my face and wet the pages. I still carried on with my life of crime and drugs for a while after our meeting, but the man’s face and his kind words kept on prompting me in my mind. The words encouraged me so much that I eventually realised I couldn’t continue with my ways and booked myself into a rehabilitation facility. I was healed of my addiction and have never turned to drugs since then. Today I work at a night shelter, where I try to show other addicts that there is hope and that it is possible to return to a normal, drug-free life. I have reconnected with God and looking back, I can see His hand of protection throughout my life. Even during the darkest days of my addiction, I was never harmed and I know now that God was with me all the way. I have three beautiful children and my parents support me a lot. I will never forget the kindness and love that the Gideon man showed me on that Sunday morning in the police cell. It changed my life forever. It is a great blessing to see how the Lord’s Word changes the lives the people I get to work with now. Thank you, Gideons, for the work you do!