“THE CURE FOR SUICIDAL AND DRUG ADDICTION”

                “THE CURE FOR SUICIDAL AND DRUG ADDICTION”----True Story

Paula Abbott was only a child, but she was suicidal.  “I was laying on my bed and I wrote a note that says ‘Why doesn’t my daddy love me?”  And I looked at the fingernail polish remover and drank the whole bottle because I didn’t want to live anymore where my daddy didn’t love me.  And my mom looked at my dad.  She handed him the note and my dad said, ‘You can take her to the hospital if you want to, but I’m not going.’ And my dad sat down and he turned the TV on and he didn’t even look at me.”

All Paula wanted was for her adoptive father to notice her.  But the harder she tried to get his approval, the more he pushed her away.

Paula remembers clearly, “He said that I was worthless, would never amount to anything.  That I was not his.  We were all scared of what would make my dad snap.”

Simple things got Paula in trouble.  “I was making milkshakes for our family and I was 7 years old.  And we were all getting the same flavor and my dad wanted a different flavor, which meant that I would have to clean up the blender to make his special and I just sighed and said ‘Oh daddy.’  And that sparked something in him.  He was so angry that he jumped up and pulled his belt off and started beating me and yelling at me and screaming and told me “I would never do that to him.” And my mom had to stop him. 

Paula’s parents divorced when she was a teenager, but she quickly got involved with an abusive man - who took advantage of her and got her pregnant.

“He controlled me and told me now that since I was pregnant with his child, I would marry him and I would be silent about what happened,” says Paula.   “And he would take pictures of my face when he would smash it and said ‘This will remind you that I am in control.’ I begged for forgiveness because it was always my fault.  The reason that I got beat was because it was my fault.  It was something that I had done.  Just like with my dad.”     

Paula was afraid of what her husband might do to their daughter, so she gave her up for adoption. Soon the marriage ended.  Paula had two more children by different fathers— and she eventually left those men and her children too.

“These babies needed something so much better,” Paula painfully remembers.   “I was dead inside and felt like I was leading them down the wrong path.  I didn’t want to take them down the path that my dad took me.”

Paula moved out of state, hoping that would wipe away her past.  And in her mind, it did--- but only because she started using methamphetamines.  “It numbed the pain that I was feeling and it gave me a whole new outlook on life and I liked it.  I liked the feeling of being better than what I was.” 

Soon, Paula was dancing at a strip club to support her drug habit and feed her need for validation.

“If it was just for a second or a minute of time, I would get to hear a man’s voice say you’re beautiful or oh wow, you’re good. I like this. I just needed some kind of approval,” Paula confesses.  “And then I would leave feeling so dirty because this wasn’t really what I was supposed to be doing.”

After living like this for several years, Paula wanted to die. “I would do as many drugs all at once that I could.  But the thing is that I was so scared of really dying. I would always tell somebody right after I did it, hoping that they would come and take this away and make it stop and that’s all I was looking for. I was looking for the pain to stop.”

Then Paula came across a sign.  She remembers clearly, “I was going to meet my drug dealer and I passed a sign on the side of the road that said “Cowboy Church.”  The church part did not catch my attention--that was not intriguing at all, but the cowboy part was!”

Paula found the church and heard a cowboy preacher talking about the love of Jesus for the first time.  “I had never heard the name of Jesus in a positive way,” says Paula.  “I’ve always heard it in a negative way.  I’ve always heard God’s name in a curse word.”

Paula wanted this love she heard about, but thought she needed her drugs even more.  So for the next two months, Paula was reckless—and she overdosed again.

 “I was so tired of living the way I was living and I just wanted it over.  And at that moment I screamed out the name of Jesus.  I said, ‘I need you. I need you.  I need you in my life.’  And for the first time right then at that moment I felt that my daddy loved me,” Paula weeps.   “It was the most awesome feeling and I felt like I was good and everything was okay.”

From then on, there were no more drugs and no more stripping. The only thing Paula wanted more of was Jesus’ love.  And a Christian man she knew named Toby stepped-in to help.

Paula says, “He started by teaching me through a children’s bible.  And I got so into it because I could relate to so many people in the bible and I was like… oh my gosh, look here.  Here’s me.  Right here.”

Paula learned about God’s forgiveness, “First thing is I had to receive the forgiveness of my Lord and Savior.  I had to know without a shadow of a doubt He forgives me for everything I have done.  And then I had to forgive myself.  I had to say you know what?  I can’t turn back time, I can’t turn back the past. I can’t change anything but what I can do is I can embrace the future and embrace what is given to me now.”

She even forgave her father, who recently passed away.
Since then, Paula has been re-united with all three of her children.  In spite of her extreme drug use, her body has been completely restored.   And while she married Toby, she says the only approval she needs now is from Jesus.

“He is my everything and I put him above all,” Paula declares.  “I don’t have to make anything happen anymore.  I don’t have to power my way through it. All I have to do is live and love and love in the grace God has given me and I just stand there and let him do what he loves best -- and that is make my life perfect.”

 

Receiving forgiveness from God, accepting Him as our Lord and Saviour and forgiving ourselves, cures us from whatever addiction we may have... 

The Lord is forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call on Him -Psalm 86:5

He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered Him stricken by God and smitten by Him and afflicted. But He was pierced on the cross for our transgression, He was crushed for our iniquities, the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him and by His wounds we were healed- Isaiah 53:4-5

 Hallelujah!

Twerking for Christ

Twerking for Christ

Hold on! Hold on before you judge about the twerk for Christ title!

Imagine being in a church service and the lights are bright, the stage is colourfully set with drapes of purple and gold. The colour for royalties is just right to set the mood as the choir is on the stage beautifully dressed in white, a pinch of purple and  gold shoes to match. The camera men are focused and ready to capture events as they unfold, the congregation are all in the right mood; sober and repentant, because a deliverance section had just concluded with about a hundred people giving their lives to Christ.

The drums roll and the music begin, the lead chorister starts with a Yoruba song that sets the crowd on fire “Kabi osi ooo”… “Ese ooo” was the loud response that came from the crowd…People were in the mood for worship as majority had just started a new beginning leaving their past behind them and hopeful for a future with Christ which the previous sermon that was delivered before the deliverance session had assured them was a life worth having. The music was well organized, rehearsed and coordinated. Everyone was sweating, jumping and dancing with joy, nobody saw what was coming next. 

They were still in front of the pulpit, all those that had surrendered their lives to Christ. They were told to wait behind to celebrate their new found status. She was one of them, dressed in a provocative dress and a high heel. She had previously stated to all that cared to listen to her testimony how she was once a prostitute, video vixen and club addict. She was grateful to have escaped a near fatal accident that left her as the only surviving victim. All nineteen passengers including the driver had died except her, she only sustained bruises on her leg and arm, no fracture whatsoever.

She was so excited when the music started as she had already started showing her clubbing skills in front of the altar. At first people stirred at her because it was unusual for people to dance like that in church but as the music continued, they just didn’t mind anymore… it suddenly seemed okay.

“When the spirit of the Lord is upon my soul, I will dance as David danced” was the next chorus on their praise list, the drums rolled on as people took to different dance steps. Suddenly, the whole place was silent. Some people saw it happen while others that were too engrossed with the dancing had to ask around for what went wrong.

The new convert had totally forgotten herself completely and she had danced the only way she thought David danced…”Twerking”

It was hilarious for those that knew the dance but disastrous for the pastorate and all the elderly people in the Church. The music had stopped, the Senior pastor was hurrying up to the altar to say something religious, some people were laughing hard while others that missed the whole action looked confused.

The most important thing was that she was no longer “twerking” in Clubs but in Church…or was it?

Nobody condemned her though, she was taken to the counselling unit to be properly addressed on how to redirect her talents and skills in a more appropriate manner.

Giving our lives to Christ is a celebration that should not be taken for granted, the bible says that the whole heaven rejoices when “a” soul confesses and accepts Christ as their personal lord and Saviour. So why shouldn’t the Earth also be glad? 

“Twerking” might be an inappropriate dance in church but rejoicing over a saved soul isn’t inappropriate at all…Lets encourage the latter more shall we…(lol)...