“After my teenage daughter was arrested for possessing drugs and sent to rehab, I was deeply ashamed. But in those months after she got into trouble, just when I needed my church family the most, they turned away from me. Heartbroken and confused, I stopped going to worship services because I couldn’t bear the judgmental stares and cold shoulders. I still loved the Lord, but I didn’t feel like I belonged in His house anymore.
“One night a few months later, I had a vivid dream of a beautiful little curving road leading up a small hill lined with wildflowers. At the top sat a small white chapel with a quaint steeple and a sign that said ‘His house is your house!’ I woke up feeling a strange sense of joy.
“A few days later, I went out to run Sunday errands and found myself getting lost on a country road outside of town. I pulled over to use the GPS on my phone, when I saw a curving road lined in flowers leading up a hill…the exact scene from my dream.
“I put my car in drive and followed the winding gravel road up to a little white church. Chills traveled over my skin as I parked and went inside.
“Dazed, I slid into the last pew just as the pastor was making morning announcements, asking for volunteers to join their new prison ministry. ‘There are hundreds of families in our community who are hurting from addiction,’ he stated. ‘God loves you. We’re here to support you.’
“Tears filled my eyes. Instead of a rush of panic that I’d be shunned, I sensed a refreshing peace and the same sense of divine joy I had felt in my dream…and I knew He’d led me right where I belonged.”
—Patricia Lansky, Shelby, OH