29 Jul Lisa’s Story
My name is Lisa White, and I have been given the opportunity to share how God’s grace and mercy rescued this prodigal and brought me back home to Him.
I was blessed with Christian parents who always had us in church. I was saved and baptized at the age of 10, but in my late teens my life took a barely perceptible drift away from God’s will and His plan for me. As a result, the years began to pass by while I drifted further and further away.
By the time I was in my mid-to late thirties, I had become a “functioning” alcoholic. By the time I was in my early 40’s, the addiction was so powerful that I couldn’t not drink. Numerous attempts to stop on my own were dramatically unsuccessful.
On September 9th, 1995, I was arrested on a DUI charge and spent the weekend in jail. When I was released on Monday morning, I had the strangest sensation of being a hollow, fragile shell, like there was nothing holding me together from the inside. I thought I might shatter into a million pieces. By Tuesday morning, the “shell” feeling was gone and I had determined to do whatever it took to make sure I never drank again. I made an appointment for the next day for an intake interview at Charter Lakeside.
“When I was released [from jail] on Monday morning, I had the strangest sensation of being a hollow, fragile shell, like there was nothing holding me together from the inside. I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.”
My parents had been out of town over the weekend, and my mom showed up at my house Tuesday night. We sat at my kitchen table and talked about treatment. Then we held hands and we prayed. As my mom prayed, I felt a great heaviness lift off of my shoulders. Then I felt, physically and to the core of my being, a calm and joy that filled me almost to bursting. This was something I had not felt in decades! It was God’s amazing, marvelous, and powerful grace!
I immediately began to work hard at sobriety and completed a three-month intensive outpatient treatment program. I hesitate to share this next part because I know it does not happen this way for most addicts, but I never again struggled with the desire to drink. I trust God that I never will in the future. I believe the great weight I felt lift off me as my mom prayed at my kitchen table was the addiction itself.
When I think of what God did for me, I have the mental picture of a dad snatching his drowning child out of a swimming pool before it is too late. My heavenly Father snatched me out of the pit of misery I had made of my life – in His marvelous grace – grace greater than all my sin.
“When I think of what God did for me, I have the mental picture of a dad snatching his drowning child out of a swimming pool before it is too late. My heavenly Father snatched me out of the pit of misery I had made of my life–because of His marvelous grace. Grace greater than all my sin!”
Twenty-four years later, I am still amazed and overwhelmingly grateful for God’s unending love and transforming, powerful grace to me.