A Story of Faith, Loss, and Recovery Writen by Danika.

I met John two years ago. At the time, Kolby and I were both in active addiction and walking around the homeless shelter. Kolby knew John previously and introduced me. John took us both for a footlong sub sandwich for lunch and spoke to us about his experience with addiction in his own life—how he came to meet God—and now, in sobriety, has devoted his life to serving Him and helping others in situations like that of his own past.

After that day, he has continued to check up on us quite regularly, often bringing us groceries or taking us out for a warm meal. John had been in the same place as us at one point, and he took a personal interest in us and our well-being. He was always very friendly and kind, but adamant that we were destined for more than a life trapped in addiction.

Two years ago, we lived in a dirty old trailer. One year ago, we downgraded to a tent. Today, against all odds, Kolby and I have both been clean for a year. We have our own apartment. We have faced major challenges in our lives since getting clean, but we are determined to make the best of our situations.

While facing the devastating loss of our daughter Avianna, John has been a great friend and mentor, helping us to find faith and God in the most difficult time of our lives. Avianna, who was born prematurely at 26 weeks and lived for a short 6 days, died in my arms on October 31st.

My first time ever holding her was also my last. I never thought I would be able to live on after losing my little girl. It has been difficult, but I find some comfort in knowing that she was so, so loved in life, and knowing that I could never forget her or the impact she had on my life. I know her father and I will never let her short but beautiful little life have been in vain.

We are healing, and grateful for the second chance at life God has given us. I have hopes of furthering my education and eventually being involved with helping others who have been through the kind of traumas that I have experienced in my own life—perhaps other parents of angel babies dealing with grief.

I do know for certain that Kolby and I wouldn’t be where we are today without the continued support and encouragement that Brother John showed us even in our darkest times, and the friendship that we still all have today.

We are so thankful for all the love and support.

Danika.