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‘From Addicted to Redeemed’ by Dawn Sanchez

This is my testimony — which, by definition, means to tell the story of how one came to Christ. But, more than that, this is my journey from death to life, from ashes to beauty, from a sinner to a saint! This is my story of redemption through Jesus Christ!

I grew up in Taylor, TX, and attended church since I was a baby. My parents ensured that I was raised in the church and that I was familiar with God. I didn’t know it at the time, but this would be vital in helping me find my way to Jesus. They laid that foundation for me. The Bible says, “Train up a child in the way he should go, and even when he is old, he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6). For me, that would prove to be true. 

I accepted Christ as my Savior when I was 9 years old, in Sunday school. I thought I knew what it meant, and part of me did comprehend some things, but I didn’t really know what being a believer was all about, and wouldn’t for a long time. The older I got, the more rebellious I became. Not only in the way I lived, but also in the way I treated my parents and others who were close to me. When I was 16, I ended up getting pregnant, which was a consequence that I couldn’t just pretend didn’t happen and sweep under the rug; however, it did turn out to be a blessing in disguise. It was not ideal, being a teen mother, but I was immensely blessed with a beautiful baby boy. Shortly after I had my son, I was diagnosed with severe clinical depression, which led to self-medicating with drugs and alcohol; it led to a multitude of destructive behaviors. Although my focus was on my new son, the depression still produced thoughts of suicide, but I couldn’t leave my baby without a mother. Looking back, I do believe that God sent my son to me as a way to reveal to me that life was (in fact) precious, and because I loved him so much, I turned away from my own selfish desires to focus on nurturing and loving him. God knew what He was doing. Even in my struggle, I remembered the scripture which says, “And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28).   

Somewhere along the way, I lost my ability to cope with life on life’s terms. So, I began using and drinking as my coping mechanism. During my drinking and drugging career, I became the kind of person that I didn’t want to be. I remember one time when I was drinking, I got so drunk that I rolled down a hill, threw up in a taxi — which cost me $100 — tripped on concrete stairs, and hit my face so hard that I had a black eye for about three weeks … and I don’t remember any of it. I was in a blackout. That didn’t stop me. I continued drinking heavily. That’s how firm the grip of alcoholism had on me. I also remember a time when I was drugging, that I went out of town with some friends, and right before I left, my pills got stolen. I had put a stash away so that I had enough to last me the whole weekend. I had to spend the entire trip withdrawing, and I was so sick I could not participate in anything that my friends were doing. So, one of the girls there mentioned that she had some pain pills, and I offered to pay her for some. She told my friend, we got into a massive argument, and I spent the entire night in tears. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could get my fix. The experience traumatized me. 

I have many, many stories like the ones I just shared.  It became a way of life for me. I also lost a lot of friends along the way. I wore them out. They couldn’t keep taking responsibility for me while I was consumed by a selfish, relentless need to shut down my emotions. There were many times I probably should have ended up in jail or dead, but God had other plans for my life. After approximately 10 years of trying multiple substances and getting addicted to them all, switching back and forth between drugs and alcohol for years, 30 days in rehab, and one relapse, I got to the point where I was ready to give up the pursuit of trying to do this thing on my own and turned to Jesus, the only one who can enact lasting change and freedom from addiction. My journey to this point was definitely not an overnight process; however, I had finally hit my rock bottom and decided that enough was enough. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.

My husband was instrumental in helping bring me to my knees before the cross. He threatened to leave me, and he had every right to do so. I was not the girl he married. I know that God used him to get through to me because nothing else was working. I got sober one year before he got home from the Army. He was stationed in Germany for three years. We were both completely different people by the time he got home, but I think I needed that time without him to get myself together. We were strangers when he came home, but through hard work, the decision to choose each other daily, and loving each other through the hardest parts, we fell in love all over again. We had to get to know each other again, and it was very difficult, but it’s a part of our story that I wouldn’t change. It made us the couple we are today.

The thing about taking what this world has to offer to cope with life is that it’s only temporarily satisfying. The feel-good feeling always passed, and not only did it leave me wanting more, but it also left me with suffocating feelings of guilt and shame. On November 16, 2011, I hit my knees and pleaded with God to completely remove the desire for drugs and alcohol. I needed Jesus, NOT the things of this world. It was in that moment that I let go of trying to control the direction of my life and began trusting Jesus, so He could lead and guide me to the right path, because I was running down a road of eventual total self-destruction. The Bible says, “Don’t love this evil world or the things in it. If you love the world, you do not have the love of the father in you” (1 John 2:15). I had sought solace in the things of this world and finally understood why God said not to. After I hit my knees and literally cried out to my heavenly Father, my tears immediately stopped, and a peace like nothing I had ever felt before washed over me and covered me like a warm blanket. 

To this day, I remain sober, ONLY by the grace of God. I know that he can use the experiences that I’ve been through to help others. He gave me the spiritual gift of Mercy, and I intend to utilize that gift to the best of my ability — to help others who are suffering, just like I suffered.

When I accepted Christ as a young girl, I didn’t really understand much about what that meant, but today I do. God transformed my heart, exchanging my inclination for worldly things for a deep longing for Him. Jesus made a way where there seemed to be no way, and He continues to do so. I have a passion in my heart for the things of Christ. I yearn to learn and grow in my knowledge of the truth of the Word of God. I seek to build lasting relationships with like-minded believers, and have done so since I began faithfully attending my home church — Foundation Christian Ministries in Bastrop, TX. I have met so many brothers and sisters in Christ who not only counsel me but encourage and pray for me in my time of need.  

It’s almost like the Lord “activated” my heart to want to go deeper in relationship with Him. That’s the only way I know how to describe the change I felt. Now, I want to read God’s Word, I want to attend church and be involved in discipleship, I want to serve! I don’t have to, I get to! The old me is gone, and the new me rejoices for what Christ has done in my heart and life. He has given me everything I need for living a godly life! He brought me out of darkness, out of the pit of my own personal hell, into a new freedom I’ve never known. As a Christian, is my performance perfect? Absolutely not!  But the righteousness of Christ now lives in me!Hebrews 10:10 says, “And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.” My new desire is to submit to Christ daily and trust Him fully in all things.

I used to struggle with my identity, but now I know that my identity is IN Christ. I am loved by the Creator of the universe! The Bible says that I’m a member of Christ’s body (1 Cor. 12:27), I have been chosen by God and adopted as His child (Eph. 1:3-8), I have been redeemed and forgiven of all of my sins (past, present, and future) (Col. 1:13-14), I am complete in Christ (Col. 2:9-10)!

Complete. That word holds a lot of meaning to me. When I was in the world, I was trying to fill a void that only Jesus can fill. Now, I’m complete. I’m whole. There is a God-shaped void in each of us, and Jesus is the only one who can fill it. The world offers many things, but none of them are adequate. Christ is sufficient. He is enough. 

I used to be lost in the identity I got from what the world had to say about me, but in Christ, I am a NEW creation (2 Cor. 5:17)! If you want what I have, it’s as simple as believing in the one who can change your heart and your life; Jesus! He came so that we might have freedom from this world and from the ensnaring traps of the enemy. The Bible plainly says that we are saved by grace alone through faith alone (Eph. 2:8-9). It’s not through our own efforts that we are saved. It’s through the finished work on the cross — it’s a free gift that we are given, received by faith. Salvation is obtained by simply believing in Jesus (who came as God in the flesh, lived a perfect and sinless life, sacrificed Himself in our place on the cross, and resurrected on the third day, defeating death), along with repentance from sin, (which is having a sincere change of heart, mind, and action; turning away from wrongdoing to follow Christ) resulting in a guaranteed permanent place in His presence.

You can KNOW that you are saved! It says in Romans 8:38-39, “I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow — not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below — indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Thank the Lord that we can be completely forgiven of all sin and can be made whole in Christ! What a gift! Ezekiel 36:26 says, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”

As for me, I know that Jesus is alive and living through me, putting on display the fruits of the spirit that He has given me: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Gal. 5:22-23). He has a plan and a purpose for my life. My favorite verse in the Bible states, “I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future” (Jer. 29:11). I used to believe that I had no purpose, but I now know that it was a lie from the enemy. I have freedom in Christ – freedom from the grip of addiction and freedom from the grip of the world. I am forgiven for my past, and therefore do not need to dwell on who I used to be because that’s not who I am today. 

Today, I am a child of God! I am a wife, a mother, a Nana, and my heart is filled with gratitude and thanksgiving for the chains that have been broken in my life. Looking back, I can see where God protected me from harm. He used my husband to get to the heart of the matter with me and to bring me to my knees.  I didn’t want to lose my family, my husband, my children. I thank God for restoring my marriage and continuing to work in me to make me a better wife and mother. My hope is to live in such a way that my life reflects the character of Jesus and points others to Him.

The Lord is my strength and salvation! He is my protector, provider, and healer! All glory to the most-high God, my King and redeemer of my soul!  I praise the Lord for all He has done in my life, and I look forward to all that He has in store for me.

Abiding in Him

A prayer by Dawn Sanchez: Jesus, help us to surrender our will and control of our lives over to you. I pray that you bless all who read my testimony, that it might touch the hearts of many still suffering. Thank you for your grace that we do not deserve, but which You give so freely. Amen!

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‘Beauty from Ashes — A Testimony’ by Laurie Stonesifer

The Beginning of My Story

As a firstborn, I carried a lot. I was strong-willed, hard-working, and fun-loving. I was always interested in boys, craving a deep relationship. I met someone at youth group — a few years older, a “bad boy” type. I got pregnant the first time I was ever with him. I was 16.

When I told my mom, she didn’t believe me at first. We took a few more tests, and then came the crushing realization — it was true. That moment marked the beginning of a painful path, full of secrecy and shame.

I went to a Christian school. We were a first-generation Christian family. We had a light to shine, an example to set. So I was told, “You must not tell anyone. You must finish the school year without anyone knowing, or you’ll be expelled.” As the oldest child, I felt I was expected to protect my younger siblings’ reputations.

I endured morning sickness, insecurity, and white lies, somehow making it through the spring semester of my junior year. I was the youngest in my class. I confided in one or two trusted friends but otherwise stayed silent. My parents didn’t share what was happening with anyone.

My parents decided no one could find out about this — not even my younger siblings. My church and extended relatives didn’t know I was pregnant. Even to this day, many of my extended relatives do not know what I went through.

Choosing Adoption

I had always wanted to be a mom. I loved babies and kids and hoped to become a teacher one day. I worked in daycares and at a YMCA in high school — I found so much joy in being with children. I could never imagine aborting my baby. Honestly, it never crossed my mind. I knew I was carrying a precious life.

The boy I was with was a mess — he used me, cheated on me, and had no future with me. I wanted the best for my baby. My parents made it clear they wouldn’t support me in keeping the baby, and I knew he wouldn’t either. I couldn’t raise this child alone.

Adoption seemed like the best option. We went to an adoption agency in Chicagoland. A counselor spoke with me about adoption and showed me catalogs of couples who were ready and waiting. I chose a Christian couple who were waiting to have a child — he was a minister, and they had served as missionaries. We agreed to an open adoption and even planned to participate in a “Hike for Life” together after the baby was born.

Hidden and Held

I finished the school year in May; my baby was due in January. When my belly started to show, my parents decided I should live in a foster home. I went along with the plan — still keeping the secret.

I moved in with a homeschooling foster family on a farm. They had no TV and lived simply. They were amazing. I admired their deep faith and their love for fostering teen moms. I homeschooled my senior year, helped on the farm, and shed many tears with my foster mom and her oldest daughter.

During this time, I questioned everything — my faith, my relationships, even God. I felt alone, yet strangely peaceful. For the first time, I had to decide whether I would follow Christ on my own — not because it was expected, but because I believed in Him.

Jesus met me there.

It was there that Jesus became truly mine. Through my tears and sorrow, He gave me strength to do the most painful, unimaginable thing I’ve ever done: Give up my baby. My foster parents were incredibly supportive. They even offered to care for the baby longer if I needed more time to decide. I believed giving her up was God’s plan. I was certain He would carry me through the heartbreak. He has — and He continues — to show up for me.

The Birth and the Goodbye

She came two weeks before Christmas. It happened so fast I didn’t need an epidural — she was crowning as I entered the hospital. She was perfect. Beautiful. Dark-haired.

I was surrounded by compassionate nurses who prayed with me and cried with me. One nurse’s name was Angel — no coincidence.

I spent every possible moment with my baby. We bonded deeply. It was the most beautiful, bittersweet forty-eight hours of my life. I absolutely knew God wanted me to give this baby up for adoption. I had to trust Him. It was terrifying — the pain was indescribable, knowing I wouldn’t be able to keep her.

On adoption day, I was supposed to hand her over to her adoptive parents at a ceremony. But I couldn’t do it. I was wrecked.

My social worker and I drove through a fast-food line before the ceremony, and I sobbed uncontrollably. I told the social worker I couldn’t go through with the handoff. So instead, I said goodbye and placed her in her car seat for the social worker to take to her adoptive parents.

Life After Loss

The adoptive parents did adopt her that day. Five months later, we met again for the Hike for Life. They had moved back to the U.S., and he was now a pastor in the Chicagoland area.

I received letters and photos for two or three years. When I later asked to meet her, they said she wasn’t ready. I respected that. I wanted what was best for her.

I love her with my whole heart, and I never wanted to cause her pain.

The Waiting Continues

My story hasn’t ended the way I hoped — not yet. It’s been 33 years of waiting to meet her. She hasn’t been ready to meet me yet. She says she doesn’t want to open that door.

But through the tears, the shame, the fears, and the years — God has been faithful.

Even though I haven’t had the opportunity to meet my firstborn yet, God has blessed me with six beautiful children and even miraculously saved one of our daughters from cancer. He continues to prune me, humble me, and stretch me — and hopefully use my story to help someone else.

He truly can make beauty from ashes. He gives sustaining grace in the trials and strength in the waiting.

I’ve wrestled with deep shame for many years. But shame is not from God. I believe I’ve wasted opportunities to share the gospel because of my fear and shame.

The enemy is a liar — a thief who wants you to miss God’s goodness. He whispers lies to keep you stuck. But over and over, the Lord has shown me His faithfulness, His grace, His mercy, His kindness, and His love. Through trials, He has taught me to trust Him and to depend on His strength.

I want to share my story because it is really His story.

You may not know how your story ends — just like I don’t. But I promise you: if you put your trust in Him, it will be a beautiful story.

A Final Word

“The enemy wants you stuck in your feelings.

Because if he can keep you in your feelings,
he can keep you out of your purpose.

He’ll stir up offense.
He’ll magnify fear.
He’ll push insecurity.

Emotions cloud vision, and clouded vision delays obedience.

You weren’t called to be led by your feelings.
You were called to be led by the Holy Spirit.” — Author unknown

Laurie Stonesifer is blessed to be married to her wonderful husband, Michael, for 23 years. She is a mother to six and a devoted teacher; she keeps faith and family at the center of her life. She holds a Master’s degree in Education and currently teaches history to middle and high school students. She has enjoyed teaching in public schools, Christian schools, and homeschooling her own children.

Laurie spends much of her time in the everyday rhythms of family life. She lives in Northeast Florida, where she enjoys the beach, running, serving in her church, snacking on popcorn, and drinking coffee. She is learning to let go of people-pleasing and to lean more fully on God’s grace, trusting in His faithfulness through every season.

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