Deena Jones - Delivered from Crack Cocaine

First of all I'd like to thank our Lord Jesus for His unconditional Love and His blessings He has blessed us with. I would like to share my testimony of my past drugs/alcohol and abuse with everyone in this world, and to speak and praise in what Jesus has helped me in surviving and overcoming the hard battles and struggles everyday I was in bondage.

God Is Love...God has Unconditional Love for His Children

It all started as having a very hard childhood. I come from a very dysfunctional family and was abused in many ways from family members. My mother had left us at a very young age, and my father became an alcoholic. Although my father was a very hard worker to support all of us kids, he drank, but he also went to work the next day. As I was growing up in my early teens, I was shifted from home to home, and was never stabled. Our relatives across the Islands had requested and asked my dad to take us because my father couldnt take care of us well enough. I was going through relatives home every month, and crying out for my father to come back to pick me up. I remembered feeling very confused and hurt, and I didnt want to be with relatives. Later on that year, my oldest sister got married to a man who had abused her during her pregnancy, and she took me and my other sister in. We lived with them in misery everyday. We were treated like slaves. We couldnt do anything, go anywhere, participate in anything...we were basically her and his slaves!!

One day in school, I hung around with friends that were into smoking, drinking, not going to church and those who were hiding from their parents. I try to be like them because I wasnt taught any better. Later on, I started smoking cigarettes and hiding it. You cant really hide from the smell of smoke, because its in your hair and clothes. I ended up staying out later than my curfew time(which was immediately after school gets out!) just then I got home my sister and her husband started yelling and beating on me,and asking why do I smell like cigarettes, and why didnt I come home immediately after school. I left the next day, acting as I was going to school. From this point on, I was living with friends to friends, and constantly living in fear and hiding from my family members. After 6 weeks of running, hiding, and having almost nothing to eat, I went back to my sister's home, and decided to just give in. I was tired!! I decided to go back home. That same day, as I was walking near the apartment they lived in, I heard a honk from behind me, and it was her husband. He yelled in an angry tone..to get into the car.. I was scared and so I ran, but he caught up with me, physically grabbed me and threw me in his car. When we got home he went straight to the room and came out with a belt. He beat me with the belt and threw the remote control on my head which caused bleeding and swelling. Just when I thought the beating was done....my sister came home after work and did more damage to me physically. I walked out the next day with bruises and welts, and could not walk or talk and a friend had taken me to the police station and it was then they had placed me into diffrent foster homes. By this time...I was in 9th grade, and was moved around in five diffrent foster homes. I needed to get away from this, so I told my father and kissed him goodbye that I was moving to one of my brother and his wife's residence in the State of Washington. I came to Washington and went to high school there. Got married and started a family, shortly after.

My life as a mother and wife was going really good, and I remembered being so happy and content with my life, because I had God into our lives. I thought to myself...God has chosen me to be a Mom and a Wife. My husband was working with a strong company, I was a stay at a home Mom.We were also getting alot of help from his parents, and things were looking up....my children....were my life.....I really enjoyed being a Mom....doing things with them....taking them everywhere I went.....They were my life.....I started going to church with my kids every Sunday. Years went by I started slowly slippin away from my faith. My marriage slowly started dissolving and infidelity took a big chunk out of us both. I started going out with colleagues and friends, started drinking every weekend. My hurt and my pain was when I was going to church and always praying, but something was definitely missing in my life....nothing seemed to help but escaping my pain into my alcohol....my drinking progressed and thats all I wanted to do was to party. I had no limits. The enemy was striking into myself and my family, more and more and I was becoming weaker and weaker.

In a very short and quick time, I was introduced to smoking crack/cocaine, and that is when everything stopped functioning. I was out with some people who at that time considered them as real close friends. You know it is true what they say about crack--is when you take that first Hit, that high you will never get again....and since then my life was based on chasing that same hit. Crack can do some serious harm to your mind and body as well as losin

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