I was 88 pounds and bruised up and down my arms from shooting up.
I didn't even recognize myself. I didn't know who I had become.

A PRISONER’S VOW

I knew I was going to do some time, but I had this overwhelming sense of peace, like a warmth inside me. It's like God was saying, "It's over. You're in My hands. You asked for help, and I'm helping you."

I finally got to Denver Women's Correctional Facility with a six-year sentence. I remember pulling up in the white van, and looking at these tall fences with barbed wire and guards with guns. I was so terrified.

But I made a vow walking through those gates: 

Kellie, you're going to hold your head up. You're going to come out of these gates a better woman. A strong woman. Not this empty, broken person that you are right now.

'IT WAS IN THE ACADEMY THAT I REALLY GOT SAVED'

Going in, I thought I was a lost cause. I didn't feel like I qualified for the program because of all the mistakes I had made, like no one could be as bad as me. I was shame-faced for so long. The Academy helped me to look at that and other issues—to set boundaries and to love myself.

I was running from God because I was just scared of Him seeing what I was doing. I learned that God was not only waiting for me but running towards me. He knows everything I did. He knows everything I'm going to do. But He sent His Son to take care of all of that.

Before prison, my parents sent me to so many rehabs. I wasn’t ready to change until I hit my knees and called on God. He had to be the one to say, "Look, you've tried every other power, and nothing worked. I'm going to show you I'm the answer."

It was in the Academy that I really got saved.

A REFLECTION OF HOPE

The month after I graduated from the Academy, I made parole. I had served about three years.

When I walked out of the gates, I looked back at the prison and hit my knees again.

I never, ever have to come back here. Never.

But I told myself, "I will be back here—just not as a prisoner. And I will speak. And I want to be part of a solution, and not the problem anymore."

I had been accepted to a Christian women's home outside my governing county; I didn't want to go back to my hometown to start over. And Prison Fellowship made it happen. It was so nice to get out and have a home! I had a bed with a real pillow and clean sheets and towels. The lady who picked me up from the gates showed me around, and helped me with everything I needed to do. There's no way I would have gotten everything done without her.

Now when I looked in the mirror, the main difference that I saw was my eyes. Before, my eyes were so dark and sunken, and my cheeks were sunken. But after, I just felt full of life. And my eyes were so bright. People would see new pictures of me and say, "You just have this radiance about you. You are just glowing." And it had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with God.

TIME TO REBUILD

Life today isn't perfect, but it is so good. When I got out, I was hopeful that everyone was going to be like, "Oh great, she's home! Welcome home!" And it wasn't like that at all.

I knew God had gotten me through so much and was going to continue. So, I'm being patient and learning to trust God's timing. Knowing my addiction didn't just happen in one day, I understand that people's trust in me isn't going to be rebuilt in one day.

But I'm just so grateful for this new life and that I got to experience the Academy.

I wish I could tell the old Kellie to hit her knees quicker because the minute I asked God for help … literally two days later, He rescued me.

Article by Emily Andrews