My name is Callie R. and on October 31, 2015 my life was put on pause. I was stranded on the side of the road talking to John, the AAA driver, as he was pouring gas into my tank. I looked up and saw the second trailer of an 18 wheeler about to dovetail into us and thought, “He is awful close.” The next thing I remember is waking up in ICU with tubes hooked up to me, breathing with the assistance of a ventilator, and the feeling of excruciating pain. I would later learn that John had perished in the accident.
Born in May of 1990, I am the only girl and youngest of three kids. Mom and dad were separated during my childhood, and I only recall meeting my dad twice before my eighteenth birthday. Mom also had an addiction to prescription pills. When I was 14 months old, my mom’s older sister, Aunt Carrie, came to visit. She tells me that I was so malnourished that she took me in and never gave me back.
At the age of 16, I lost my oldest brother in a car accident. Then, two months before my nineteenth birthday, my mom overdosed on prescription pills. I was angry at the world and especially at God. Why did He allow this loss in my life? Desperately hurting, I dove deeper into my two year old addictions – pills, alcohol, weed, and cutting my flesh – to find release from the pain. But, even this was not working. I had lost the ability to cope and couldn’t take anymore. It was then that I attempted suicide.
When Aunt Carrie saw my bloodied wrists, she called 911. That night I made a choice not to run anymore, but to surrender and let the police/ambulance take me to a crisis center. That choice would set my life on a different course because from there I went to Gilgal, where God dealt with my heart and my anger towards Him. I learned who Jesus is and what I mean to Him through Bible studies like Be Transformed, other classes, and the staff and volunteers. Through Christ-centered counseling, I began to experience emotional healing. During phase two of the one-year program, I got my first job and started college. I graduated from Gilgal in 2011.
I am no longer the person I was when I stepped over the threshold at Gilgal because I left there completely transformed by the Power of CHRIST JESUS. He raised me up and taught me how to live life through and for Him — for His Kingdom and Glory. I am forever grateful to Gilgal for showing me that God has a wonderful plan for me.
Now, here I am just three weeks after the accident that nearly claimed my life, even more convinced that God is in control. I explained to Mrs. Val that He took me up (like He did for Phillip in Acts 8:38-40) and placed me in ICU. I have no recollection of being hit or what followed. Today, I am focused on healing. The doctors tell me that my broken ribs and broken clavicle should be mended in four to six weeks. I know you rejoice with me that I am able to spend Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
What I am most grateful for, however, is the fact that I am loved by the God of the universe, and I look forward to serving Him the rest of my days. Currently, I am a student at Point University working on my Bachelor’s Degree in Early Childhood Education. I hope to serve in a children’s ministry upon graduation.
Thank you for your prayers for Gilgal and for me. CHANGE HAPPENS AT GILGAL, and I am a part of it.