My people…

My life wasn’t always a spiritual one. I spent a lot of my life engaging in things that made me feel ashamed and hopeless. I was angry, wounded and rebellious and this made for a dangerous cocktail. I lived my life in accordance with the rules of the Australian underworld where drugs and alcohol were king and violence and crime were a normal way of life. 

So I know how it feels to come from the back of the pack, and how hard it is to let go of the behaviours that no longer work and surrender to a whole new way of living and being. It is totally terrifying.

 So when I spend time with these souls at Donovan Prison they really do feel like home to me. I know at my core that I am right where God wants me to be, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. And most days I leave there wondering, who is actually helping who? They bring such tremendous joy and expansion to my life and I am so much happier with them in it. But don’t get me wrong, sometimes its really hard and I am forced to dig deep to find the inner strength to heal the hurt in my own heart. Sometimes I feel the pain and despair when some resort back to old behaviour that is so far from who they really are. Sometimes I take things personally when they’re not really personal at all and then every time God gives me the strength to keep going and walks me through it. 

 You see, hurt people hurt people; I know that from personal experience. If I could have done better all those years ago, I would have, I just didn’t have the tools. 

 We are helping to provide the tools that most of these souls were never given; the tools, the time and the healing.