Janet Balcombe never really did have a plan for her life. As she sat in a New Zealand prison staring at the punk rocker with the words ‘Alex’ tattooed around her neck in neo-nazi script, she was pretty sure if she had, this wouldn’t have been it. Sitting on a raft of charges, including kidnapping, guns, drugs and counterfeiting, if this wasn’t rock bottom, it was certainly close to it. Years later as she lay on the floor amongst the ruins of her toxic life, incapable of making her baby one more bottle, she knew she had finally arrived.
Where do you go when you hit rock bottom; when you’ve got what you thought would make you happy, and it hasn’t? When the freedom you crave slowly tightens around you like a python, squeezing a little tighter every time you exhale, until the very things that once meant the most no longer mean anything at all. Not even life itself.
Ice–addiction. Grief. Adultery. Evil. Brokenness. Her life was a psychotic hybrid of Breaking Bad and Paranormal Activity. There had to be a divine intervention, or things just weren’t going to end well. No matter how you look at it, it’s a long way back up from rock bottom. Pull back the spiritual curtain; have a look at the black doors her choices opened, and meet the only one who could close them. Providence vs luck. Destiny vs fate. We reach our potential and realise our dreams, or we don’t. Our lives are defined by the choices we make and our response to the evil and the good that do battle daily for our souls. But the battle has already been won and love never fails. No matter how bad things get, when we reach out to Jesus Christ, miracles happen
