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TRANSFORMED LIVES<br />

BY SHERIDAN CORREA<br />

Commitment<br />

+ Consistency<br />

KEYS TO TRANSFORMATION<br />

IN JULY 2012, I RECEIVED AN EMAIL<br />

saying my soon-to-be ex-husband had<br />

been awarded full temporary custody of<br />

our two sons. Two days later, my children<br />

and I were separated. My heart broke into<br />

a million pieces.<br />

My sadness turned to rage, and I took on<br />

the victim role. Roots of bitterness grew<br />

deep, and I hurt many people (Hebrews<br />

12:15). Intense shame and depression set<br />

in, and I slid into a hopeless pit. I lost all<br />

sense of who I was and my life’s purpose.<br />

I had no one to blame but myself. Seven<br />

years of poor decisions caused by drug<br />

and alcohol addiction had led me into dark<br />

places where I had neglected my children.<br />

The court ordered that I would have supervised<br />

visitation, pay full child support, and<br />

attend family drug court for a year.<br />

I set out to avenge my motherhood, but I<br />

was quickly overwhelmed because I didn’t<br />

know the Lord and I was fighting my battle<br />

alone. Four months into the court program,<br />

I failed a random drug test. The court took<br />

disciplinary action, but I didn’t have the<br />

courage or strength to follow through with<br />

the requirements.<br />

My shame and selfishness kept me from<br />

taking responsibility and fighting for my<br />

life. I gave up and gave myself over entirely<br />

to my addiction and a life of lawlessness. I<br />

became homeless, revolving in and out of<br />

psychiatric hospitals and jail for years. My<br />

children were distant memories.<br />

If you read my story in <strong>Issue</strong> 03/2022,<br />

you know that the light of Jesus Christ<br />

overcame the darkness of my life (John<br />

1:4–5) while I was in jail awaiting a prison<br />

sentence. Right there, Christ made<br />

me new—He gave me a new heart, a clear<br />

mind, new desires, and a new will to live<br />

and love again. His presence and Word<br />

gave me strength, courage, and hope for<br />

future reunification with my children. My<br />

heart clung to the promise that with God,<br />

all things were possible (Matthew 19:26).<br />

Then He stepped in and made a way for<br />

me to go to the Phoenix Rescue Mission, a<br />

Christ-centered facility providing solutions<br />

for people trapped in cycles of homelessness,<br />

addiction, and poverty. There, I committed<br />

my whole self—heart, mind, body,<br />

will, emotions—as a living sacrifice to God<br />

and renewed it daily (Romans 12:1). I laid<br />

my relationship with my children and their<br />

father on God’s altar. Only God could bring<br />

the healing we needed.<br />

The first few months I was at the Mission,<br />

I wasn’t allowed to have contact with the<br />

outside world except through writing to<br />

approved people. Each week, I wrote my<br />

two sons. I didn’t know if they were getting<br />

my letters, but I continued to pursue them<br />

in faith.<br />

Three months into the program, I received<br />

permission to call them twice weekly.<br />

God planted the words commitment and<br />

consistency in my mind. Commitment and<br />

consistency were new ideas for me, but I’ve<br />

since learned they are critical components<br />

for life transformation.<br />

A couple months later, my boys were<br />

approved to visit me. I loved those weekend<br />

visits! We would talk, laugh, and play<br />

games. I was grateful their dad allowed<br />

these interactions.<br />

Eventually, I got a car and gained even<br />

more freedom. I felt hopeful and eager. I<br />

was ready to be their mom again and to<br />

have unsupervised visits. But their father<br />

said, “Not yet.”<br />

This delay hurt, and I felt rejected. I’d<br />

worked hard and made significant progress.<br />

But my addiction, actions, and brokenness<br />

had betrayed the trust of many, especially<br />

my sons’ father. It would take time to unravel<br />

and reshape the mess I’d made. I had<br />

to trust God’s timing and His ability to heal<br />

and change hearts. If I rushed the process,<br />

I might cause more delays.<br />

“Commitment and consistency, Sheridan.”<br />

The Lord kept urging me to stay the<br />

course, to not react to my hurt feelings, and<br />

14 <strong>Issue</strong> 01 / <strong>2023</strong> VICTORIOUSLIVINGMAGAZINE.COM

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