Something New Starts Now
They said weâd never change.
They said we were too far gone.
But grace kicked down the door when shame tried to bury us.
They said weâd never change.
They said we were too far gone.
But grace kicked down the door when shame tried to bury us.
What you're about to read isnât the journey of just one personâitâs a collection of real stories from men and women whoâve been helped over the past 18 years. These are testimonies of people who fell hard, but were lifted by something greater than rock bottomâJesus Christ.
This is not a highlight reel.
Itâs not cleaned-up or sugar-coated.
These are stories told through bloodshot eyes and breakthrough moments, relapse and rescue, fear and faith.
Stories of people who met Jesus in the gutter and heard Him whisper,
Itâs not cleaned-up or sugar-coated.
These are stories told through bloodshot eyes and breakthrough moments, relapse and rescue, fear and faith.
Stories of people who met Jesus in the gutter and heard Him whisper,
âCome on. Weâre going home.â
Every Friday, a new story will drop, raw, redemptive, and rooted in the truth of the Gospel.
If youâve ever felt too broken to be made whole, too addicted to be set free, too far to be foundâthese stories are for you.
If youâve ever felt too broken to be made whole, too addicted to be set free, too far to be foundâthese stories are for you.
New stories every Friday.
Comment âIâm inâ if youâre ready to take this journey with us.
Tag someone who needs hope to hit home.
Whatâs one word that describes where you are in your story right now?
Week 1
Week 2
Week 3
The Last High
RECLAIMED â A Story Still Being Written
This isnât one personâs story. This is our story. Told in different voices, but all echoing the same rescue. A collection of broken roads that led to one Redeemer. Every week, weâll share a real storyâraw, unfiltered, soaked in pain, drenched in mercy.
RECLAIMED â A Story Still Being Written
This isnât one personâs story. This is our story. Told in different voices, but all echoing the same rescue. A collection of broken roads that led to one Redeemer. Every week, weâll share a real storyâraw, unfiltered, soaked in pain, drenched in mercy.
So hereâs one of them. We call it⌠The Last High. They said it would be just one more hit. Just one more escape, one more lie, one more time to numb the ache inside. But that "one more" turned into the lowest night of their life. They remember the motel. The flickering light. The silence that wasnât peaceful, but hollow and haunting.
They looked in the mirror and saw a stranger. Not a rebel, not a party kid, not a lost soul. Just empty. Then came a whisper, not outside, but somewhere deep within: âThis isnât who you are.â No lightning. No church service. Just rock bottom and the whisper of heaven. They dropped to the floor, not out of reverence, but out of wreckage. There were no pretty prayers, no rehearsed words. Just a cry that rose from a cracked-open soul. And somehow, Jesus met them right there. Not with a sermon, but with presence. Not with shame, but with mercy. They didnât get clean that night. But they got seen.
And it was the start of something sacred.
âThe Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.â âPsalm 34:18
Your Turn
Have you ever prayed a broken prayerâthe kind that had no words, only tears? Drop a in the comments if youâve been there. Youâre not alone.
SHARE this post to show the world that God still steps into motels, jail cells, trap houses, hospital rooms, and hurting hearts.
This is Week 1.
And itâs just the beginning.
A new story drops every Friday.
This is not about one personâs redemption.
This is about a generation being RECLAIMED.