It had been a while since I had gone out to party. I was eighteen, and I just had my son. The electricity was out at my house, so my mom took my baby over to her boy friends house to stay with her for the night. My cousins were all going to a friends house to drink; undoubtedly, I went with them, for I didn't want to stay home alone. I thought I could drink like I used to ; however, I blanked out and during this time I ended up with a D.U.I, Evading, and Carjacking. After a week in jail, my grandmother bailed me out. A year later after court dates and being on the run a warrant was issued for my arrest, and the bail bonds-men were looking for me. I was staying with my cousin at the time because I had no income, and my mom had lost her job, so we no longer had a house. I remember my cousin telling me that my grandma was going to get into trouble if I didn't turn myself in; therefore, I was faced with the difficult decision of possibly going to prison and leaving my son.
I see now through this difficult time in my life God was beginning a change in me. Throughout my life I would never turn myself in but for some reason I had an unexplainable peace; as a result, that day I kissed my son goodbye and went to the jail to do my time. Although I was incarcerated for a time, I am thankful that through the trials and hardships God has used them to bring me closer to him, and that I would be saved.
Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character, and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. Romans 5:3-5
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