(Posted December 1st 2016 @ 11:10 AM by: Melody Reever)


Fifteen months ago, I was an IV drug user on the streets of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I lived in hotels and houses with no electricity or plumbing. I lost everything I had ever worked for, including my sanity. It seemed a hopeless and devastating situation. Months would go by without my family hearing from me, but when they did they would not even recognize what I had become. I singlehandedly hurt every person I had ever loved.

I finally hit rock bottom at ninety-eight pounds and in jail, but I had an advantage most did not have. I was dedicated to the Lord in a United Pentecostal Church as a baby. I was raised in a loving pastor’s home. Eighteen years of the Word was planted in my heart from thousands of sermons and Sunday school lessons. I had received the Holy Ghost and was baptized in Jesus’ name when I was ten years old. I began to fill the void in sobriety and began searching to fill it with reading the Bible. The more I read, the more I felt hunger for the Word. I was refilled with the Holy Ghost, singing and praising God, while in a 6′ x 12′ jail cell.

The judge over my case eventually decided against sending me to prison and released me to the care of my parents. After one month of probation, I told my officer I had received the Holy Ghost and was excited about living right! My case was opened and closed within the same month—which hardly ever happens.

I knew there was no going back to how life was before. I had to separate myself physically, online, and emotionally from the people I knew would draw me back to the darkness. I found new friends in church and in my family. I finally had a feeling that I belonged. Laughter and food became a companion again! I discovered a group to help me through the growing pains called Celebrate Recovery, a Christian recovery group. People were amazed at what God had done for me. A few members even came to church with me, and a couple received the Holy Ghost!

I had hurt my family with the years of running, but my praying parents never gave up on me. Word of their prayer wars had spread, and people all over had joined in prayer for us. I am fervently thankful for their prayers. My entire family welcomed me home with love and compassion. God gave me heartfelt convictions and a lifestyle of worship.

Even though I was one of the hopeless, the Lord gave my father a word saying, “Behold, I make all things new.” It did not happen immediately. I had to go through several seasons before His word rang true—but He is an on-time God! We are all impatient people and want instant miracles, but God usually does a lot of behind-the-scenes preparing us to receive our miracle! He could of course do it instantly, but would we be able to receive it with as much gladness and readiness?

I know some never make it out of the lifestyle I lived, and for that my heart is broken for the families. I cling to the truth that God’s ways are always higher. God continues to show His mercy every day. I am now beginning college, majoring in psychology for addiction and family counseling. God restored every material thing I had lost as well as my joy, my peace of mind, and my dreams. Jeremiah 29:11 promises, “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope” (NKJV).

Bethany Pitts is the daughter of Randall and JoAnn Pitts. She is currently attending college at Cameron University and lives in Duncan, Oklahoma. Her plans for the future include a degree in counseling in addiction and recovery. 

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