I came to a few realizations and had confirmation on several things today.  First off, just because I’m changing doesn’t mean the world is.  Secondly, my hometown will never be home again, that is if I want to succeed.  It’s the classic scenario of a run-down town, a girl is born and raised there then she is told her whole life that if she wants to make it she has to leave and get as far away as she can and start over.  But instead of leaving and becoming famous like the coal-miner’s daughter, I became a Christian.

As I sat in the courtroom I looked around at my old friends.  I saw the same gloomy expressions, the same hurt on their faces, the all too familiar track marks on their arms.  I sat uneasy in my seat and recited Isaiah 41:13 over and over again in my head, “for I am the Lord your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, ‘do not fear; I will help you’.”  I prayed a simple prayer for those sitting in the rows around me and those in the back in shackles and handcuffs.  I asked God to bring truth and peace to their lives and thanked him for already bringing those things into mine.

Written by:  A grateful Refuge guest, Brittany 12_2012