I was in a state of desperation after the loss of my boyfriend from a drug overdose and several hospital stays for mental illness.
Raised as a Roman Catholic, I had heard about God but had not known a personal relationship with Him. Ray, too, had been raised Catholic. He’d even been an altar boy. Yet, we were both hopelessly addicted to drugs and alcohol and didn’t know where to get the much-needed help.
I’d gone to a 12-step program once while Ray was still alive, but Ray refused to go there. Several months after he died, I had my first full-fledged mental breakdown resulting in hospitalization at the dreaded Napa State Hospital. My mother did everything she knew to do to help me, but did not really know what to do.
Returning to the 12-step meetings was actually a God-send for me. I met a man who was nicknamed “Preacher Larry.” He spoke about Jesus constantly. After one meeting in particular in which he was trying to win the leader to Jesus, I got saved. I wanted Jesus in my life. She wasn’t ready yet, but was saved later.
All I remember hearing Larry say was the name of Jesus. I don’t remember anything he said about Him, just the name, and I wanted Him. I was ready. It was my time. We prayed together outside, in his car. In a few days, as promised, he checked on me and then took me to church several times.
It took time to renew my mind to God’s Word. In just over 3 years, I was set free from the psychiatric medication that doctors said I’d be on for the rest of my life. Drugs and alcohol were also things of my past. It all started from that day on November 30, 1979, when I prayed with “Preacher Larry” in his car asking Jesus to come into my life…and I’ve never been the same.
Thank You, Jesus. I love You forever!
(More of my story is in my book "God Can Heal Anything!" See
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Ann Doupont