10 Saturday Jan 2015
Posted in Inmate Testimonies, Writings From "My Girls"
Tags
Addiction, Erika, Inmate Testimonies, Jail Ministry Musings, Jesus Christ, Restoration, Salvation, Testimony
My name is Erika. I was born to a single mother in Texas. Growing up, my childhood was very difficult for me. Roughly from the age of two to eight years old my mom had a live in boyfriend that would regularly molest me. I reached out to my mom, but she was unable to help. He would physically beat her, and I think out of fear she felt powerless to do anything.
31 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted in Thoughts & Stories
My partner Terry and I are teaching through the Gospel of John for our studies in jail. We are doing 2-3 chapters at a time, and showing the corresponding sections of the movie “The Gospel Of John“. The women seem to really be enjoying it.
I taught on John 4 a couple weeks ago, and as I prepared the lesson it really struck me that the FIRST person Jesus chose to reveal Himself to as Messiah was the woman at the well. Continue reading
27 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted in Thoughts & Stories, Writings From "My Girls"
I didn’t expect jail to be a place where thankfulness was commonplace. You wouldn’t think women in that difficult environment, facing difficult circumstances, working through the guilt, shame and regret from bad decisions would have hearts that overflow with gratitude and thankfulness… but many of them do. I have learned so much from them, and I am grateful for how they minister to my heart. Continue reading
19 Wednesday Nov 2014
Posted in My Testimony, Thoughts & Stories
When you look at the bud of a flower, it is just a tight little green wad. It isn’t particularly pretty, but it has the potential to be extraordinarily beautiful.
While the bud is closed, you have no idea what that flower is going to look like. Will it be fairly plain, or will it be impossibly intricate? Will it have lots of small petals, or a few big ones? What color will it be? No two are alike, but all are beautiful because all are God’s handiwork.
