You may remember Christine from our Christmas “Traditions of Faith” series here, and her gorgeous free print. She is one of those people you feel an automatic kinship with, and our team has quickly fallen in love with both her and her work. What we didn’t know until later is that Christine has a pretty miraculous story, the kind that changes lives. We’re so grateful that she was willing to share it here, and for her strong faith and example.
My story starts in the same way as one of those made-for-TV-movies depicting the group of alcoholics and addicts sitting in an AA meeting, circled up in the basement of a church somewhere drinking black coffee.
Hi, my name is Christine, and I was a heroin addict.
Now, if you know anything about the typical treatment of addiction through these 12 step programs (Alcoholics Anonymous being the most well-known), then I should be identifying as an addict right now. According to these programs no matter how long we are drug free, we are always addicts. I am always Christine, addict. As if the label has been stitched to the back of my soul like the tag on a t-shirt.
My story is a little different. Actually, it’s pretty radically different. There is nothing of the addict in me now, praise the Lord, and I will not be identified as one. But before I really get into it I want to make one thing very clear, I don’t have all the answers for you.
I have The Answer.