Years of painful solitude washed away as she cried on my shoulder and received God’s love flowing through her.

First came the locusts. They removed every appointment and all travel from my calendar—it was laid bare. Next came the deluge of information and wave upon wave of change. I was caught in the storm—COVID-19.

Through my death the Addiction Recovery Center was born in the minds and hearts of the missionaries. It was built too late for me, but there are many others who need it and can find help.

An unusual season of life provides unique opportunities. Watch the video.