Our first resident at Mercy Home

About 2 weeks ago she gave up her job just after 3 weeks there. When I saw her, she had been on a drinking stupor for 3 solid days - a pattern of behaviour since her marriage breakup. She was shaking/shivering, dark rings around her lifeless eyes, which she turn away when I walked into the "house". It was no point talking anything in any way. Just knew that I had to get her away from the 'dark hole" she was in at that moment. She went cold turkey in our home, helped to clean up the Mercy Home and today she is....different. She is at home - not just the Mercy Home, but she is getting to be at home: at home with herself, with God, with others.
Last night she was at the prayer meeting. It was a different person. She is talking to brothers and sisters, listening and laughing. I think there is a little more light in her world. A little more possibilities of life, of love, of purpose, of reasons to wake up in the morning.
I watch as she chats, as she worship, as she prays...Thank you Jesus - Jehovah Rapha!!