When I asked Heather to write for the Resurrection Series I had no perimeters, no instructions, just an invitation. I knew that Heather had a powerful voice, a gift with words, and a story of hope. When she emailed me this piece it stirred me to again acknowledge all the ways I have been redeemed. Through tears I remembered that we are all prisoners who have been set free, captivated by a Savior’s love.
by Heather Glover
The only story in know how to tell is the one about what Jesus has done in my life.
It’s not that I don’t have stories. I have plenty.
I could tell you about all the horrible things that have happened to me . . . or even all the horrible things that I have done in my life. And you’d be shocked while I’d be shamed. But none of that would bring glory to God.
I would much rather tell you the simple, yet beautiful truth. And the truth is: I once was blind, but now I see. And that is only the beginning.
When Jesus came for me, I was in the darkest year of my life. By that time, I had spent nearly two decades living as a drug addict. I had lost everything that ever mattered to me. I was homeless and living in sleazy, low-rent hotels. My family had turned their collective back on me, my children were displaced, and I was a complete mess. The lifestyle I had slipped precariously into left me broken, feeling lost and abandoned.
I felt like the whole world had left me for dead and I had all but lost hope of ever making it out of those miserable, dark, and filthy circumstances alive.
I remember quite vividly the night I prayed for my rescue. I sat on the very edge of the hotel bed. My shoulders were slumped, my spirit broken, and my heart completely shattered. I looked around the room at what I had become and I grieved like never before. I began to silently cry.
Then I heard myself whisper, “God, if you can hear me, I need you. This isn’t my life. I can’t live this way anymore. Please, do whatever you want with me. I’ll do whatever. Just. Whatever.”
It was the prayer of the broken, full of doubt and fear. But the Lord answered anyway.
After that prayer, I drifted off to sleep. I’m not sure how much time passed. I only remember waking up to a knock on the door. I got out of bed to peek through a crack in the curtain and I saw two investigators standing on the other side.
In that moment, it didn’t matter to me what it looked like. I remembered my prayer and I knew in my heart that it was God’s intervention. Jesus had come for me! I opened the door and went with them quite peacefully. I was full of peace, supernatural peace, God’s peace.
I went to jail that day. I was charged with manufacturing and trafficking methamphetamine. And when the time came for me to face a judge, I was sentenced to serve time in prison. Though my heart was heavy over the decision and nothing in me wanted to go, I went knowing that it was my second chance at life. I went knowing that it was part of God’s plan.
As I write this, remembering that day and recounting all the days that led up to it, I am struck with awe over the amazing God I call my own. I can trace His love in my memories, even before I knew Him, by the way He kept me alive, against all odds, while I aimlessly wandered this world. I should not be here. Yet I am. Because His grace went before me.
It is all so clear to my now, from the call on my life to His purpose for prison. That purpose being to keep me safe from myself and safe from the streets long enough to know what it means to belong to God.
I count prison the most brilliant part of His plan to redeem my life. I was a captive, free of the world’s distraction, and free to focus on Him.
If I had one-thousand pages, I could fill them with all the beautiful things God has done in my life. I would write about all His grace and all the healing I’ve found in Him. Instead, I will share with you where I am today and let that place speak for itself.
I am whole and healthy.
I am living into my call as the Director of Community life within an amazing community of faith. God picked me up off my knees, carried me from the dark, dangerous streets, to put me on my feet among His people. And through them, He poured into me until I grew to be a spiritual leader. Then he called me to lead others all the way into the Kingdom.
God has given me back to my family. Not only that, He has added to my life a whole new family. My blessings have been pressed down, shaken up, and overflowing.
Heather Glover is child of God and is a passionate, faithful follower of Jesus Christ. She is from Augusta Georgia, but has made her way all over the wilderness, lost and wandering most of her life. Jesus found her, saved her, and today she gratefully revels in her resurrected life by serving as the Director of Community Life at Mosaic Church in Evans Georgia. At Mosaic, Heather uses her gifts to write, teach, and speak on behalf of the Kingdom with the hope of leading others into the arms of Christ.