“Where do I go, Lord?” That was my prayer around Christmas time in December 2018. Freshly kicked out of rehab for breaking many rules, struggling to stay sober and not even sure if I wanted to pursue my own recovery anymore – that is the predicament I found myself in as I prayed that simple prayer, desperately hoping for some direction. Hours later at a church service in Oregon, God answered my prayer. It was a typical Christmas service that I didn’t think much of but then the pastor began to speak on taking the narrow road and immediately something shifted inside of me. I had been considering going to the Narrow Road Home for treatment but brushed it off – mainly because it was in Alberta and I had NO desire to live there. But in that church service I suddenly had this assurance that the Narrow Road Home is where I was supposed to go. Fast forward to today.. I never would have thought I would be calling High River my home. I never would have thought I would be part of such a loving and supportive community. I never would have pictured myself working two jobs that I absolutely love. I never could have imagined my life the way it is now but it all started with that small cry for help and the acknowledgment that I couldn’t do it on my own. I will be forever grateful for this new life and everyone who has helped me along the way. This picture in my house reminds me of the narrow road and how beautiful life is staying on it. 2 years clean and sober.
