Too bad I’m several decades from English class and the expected first writing assignment, “What I did on my summer vacation.” The past three days would fill two pages easily. What I will say now is once again, God showed up and transformed a group of shocked and depressed rehabilitants into a laughing, joy-filled family during our visit and as a result of the practicums of the Bible study.
Picture me peeling potatoes with a 3-time jail bird and dancing at midnight to Russian techno-rock in my stocking feet.
I almost milked the cow…but couldn’t bear to get my new shoes in the stable muck. The rest of the story will come later…down the road. Although weary, I’m exhilerated. Each time I stay at the Salvation Center, I realize that rehab isn’t just for drug addicts. It’s for anyone who needs a fresh look at herself.
Yes, I mean me.