Don’t you just love it when the weather gets cooler, ushering in the holiday season? It lifts our spirits to see colored lights on houses, attend ugly sweater parties, and listen to happy songs about roasting chestnuts. But it doesn’t feel that way for everyone.
This past Saturday morning, my mom and I took our Harvest House New Heights young adults kayaking at Mote Marine. During our day, I heard laughter that was contagious, I saw faces full of joy that had eyes of not too distant sorrow, and I felt hope rise within me as I listened to their dreams.
Until Rachel made her way to Harvest House those years she spent addicted ruined her entirely. She came to us disconnected, depleted of her faith, and hopeless. In contradiction to her broken state, we were able to offer her a place of freedom, respect, empowerment, and healthy discipline where she truly flourished in her recovery.