There are certain days that are a little more difficult than others for many of our children.
One of those days is just around the corner, and that day is Mother’s Day. This Sunday, many of us will celebrate our mothers and what they mean to us. For many of our children, that day is not a day of celebration. Often times, it is a day of bad memories and to some, a day of sadness in that their Mother has passed away, abandoned them, is imprisoned, or has never been a part of their life at all.
Most of us have great memories of our parents and more specifically, of our mother. Furthermore, if you were blessed to have grown up in a Christian home, then your memories may include your mother as the nurturing figure who kept the significance of family and children at the forefront of importance. For the children at Hope, life is a much different story.
This is a story of one of our mothers who has four of her children at Hope. Her name is Jade. She wanted to share her story, and we hope that you will help us by giving to our Mother’s Day Offering this year so that we can continue to help children and families like Jade’s.
When I was 25, I was diagnosed with stage four cirrhosis of the liver. In my mind I was thinking, “I am too young; there is no way I have drank that much!” At the time, I did not believe I was an alcoholic even though I hadn’t lived a sober day in years. I continued to drink causing my liver to get worse, so I ended up in the hospital. They told my parents to begin making funeral arrangements because if a liver did not come in immediately,
I would only live a few days. Miraculously, the next morning, I was on my way to surgery with a donor liver. I remember thanking God and promising Him if I made it through this surgery, I would never drink again.
After the surgery, I didn’t know how to deal with the stress of taking care of four small children, my poor health, or my past. I turned to the only thing I knew and began drinking again. I knew drinking could kill me, but I somehow thought I was invincible. I still wasn’t asking for help and still not acknowledging God. I remember looking in the mirror at myself and crying.
I was 100% physically, mentally, and emotionally bankrupt. My life had officially become unmanageable.
A few months later, I was admitted into the hospital again. My dad walked into my room looking very serious and sad. I remember being scared not sure of what he was going to say. “They want you to start making plans for the kids.” “Why?,” I asked. “Because they don’t think you will be going home this time, Jade,” he answered. The only thing I could think of was my babies growing up without me and staring at me in a coffin not understanding why Mommy isn’t waking up! I had to come to my senses and deal with the harsh reality of figuring out where my children could go because even by some miracle if I pulled out of this, I wasn’t physically or mentally strong enough to care for them. The next day, my social worker told me of a place that keeps siblings together without them going into foster care. For the first time, I heard of Hope Children’s Home.
The hospital had done all they could for me, so they allowed me to go home to live out my final days. Two of my children were living with their grandparents, and two were with my sister. I knew I had to take the two younger ones to Hope as soon as possible. I thought, of course, that it was going to be this horrible, sad situation where we all were crying and hanging on to each other, but when we got to Hope, it all turned around. It was like a little heaven for children, and everyone was so nice. We met with Ms. Chris, and right off the bat, the kids loved her. We took a tour of the whole place, and it was so wonderful, and the kids loved it! I loved it! When it was time to leave my kids, they were just like, “Bye, mommy!”
As I left them, I was sad, but I felt at ease. I knew in my heart they were in a great place, and they would be cared for properly in a way I couldn’t provide right now. A couple days later, it turned out that my family couldn’t care for my two older children, so here I was calling Ms. Chris again asking if Hope could please take in my other two children, and of course, she said, “Yes, bring them in!” So, here I go back to Hope exactly one week later with my two older children. This time, my dad and I had a long conversation with Ms. Chris about my past and my addiction. She told me about Jesus and about the Bible. I told her that I didn’t grow up in church or ever read the Bible and how I was never taught about God. Then, Ms. Chris asked me if I would like to accept Christ as my Savior, and I said, “Yes, I would.” Right then and there, we prayed together, and I got saved! Instantly, I could feel His warmth and love, and although I didn’t know if I would live long or soon die, I did know I was now walking with God, and I knew if I passed away, that all of my babies would remain together and have a great place to call home. I felt like a whole new person! I just had this confidence that everything would be ok no matter the circumstances.
When I left Hope that wonderful day, I started praying. I started my substance abuse treatment. I started eating healthy, and it seemed like everything, for once in my life, was going right. Everything began to fall into place. I enrolled in AA and met my wonderful sponsor, Jackie, who taught me how to “juice,” which combined with no longer drinking alcohol has begun to reverse the effects of cirrhosis. I now feel the healthiest I ever have, and since I asked God to help me, I don’t even think of drinking.
I honestly don’t think I would be alive right now if it wasn’t for my dad forcing me into the hospital, my social worker telling me about Hope, Ms. Chris leading me to the Lord, and God putting Jackie in my life.
I realize now my life is a gift, and I plan on cherishing it from this day forward. My hope is to stay sober, stay healthy, and one day, have my children back, so that I can be the mommy they deserve. I was on my deathbed, but through faith, I was saved, and now I am healing. I thank God for every day that He gives me!
– Jade, Mother of 4
This story begs the question, “Where would this family be if not for the ministry of Hope?” There are so many stories like this that space will not allow us to share. These life-changing events are only possible with your help.
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