A family made by grace

John bends down to encircle me in a big hug as he calls me mom. Rob walks by me in the hall with his big smile as he calls out, “Hi, mom”. Both are at least in their mid 50’s which makes us all giggle at their audacity to call me mom.

It’s such a precious thing to hear this word. For Adam it’s momma and Steve calls me mom #2. Most of them think this is silliness I guess or they recognize they’re just too old to call me that. More and more of them are younger than our children and that is a good/bad thing.
In our counselors meeting I hear the words abandonment, abused, and traumatic used too often in describing backgrounds of some of our residents. This is’t the cause of addiction but with too many it was the reason they were searching for something to numb themselves of the pain.
My husband says he had a Leave It To Beaver childhood and I think he was mostly right. They had their tragedies too when the middle boy was killed in an accident at home at 6 years old. My in laws were wonderful people but we’re all flawed because we’re people. The best of the best isn’t perfect. So we don’t try to be.
Jerry says “Hello family” as he stands to share a word of gratitude. To some it’s words to others this group of addicts and screw-up’s is the best family they’ve had. It’s definitely one of the truest they’ve had.
This year was the first Mother’s Day I wasn’t there to celebrate with them. It’s a hard one for me to program given the diversity of their experiences. This year I needed to be with my sister and even 3000 miles away several of the men sent me messages on social media wishing me a happy Mother’s Day.
When I got back, there was an orchid on my desk with a card signed “from your illegitimate and legitimate sons”. I had to laugh.
A week after Mother’s Day and Lynn stood up to share in our chapel service. He barely had three words out of his mouth when he suddenly went silent, then garbled out a few words as tears dropped on his cheeks as he thanked God for his mom seeing him sober this year. The men clapped and I teared up and again God spoke to me about his grace.
There’s a verse in Hebrews that talks about a cloud of witnesses. The visual imagery of this is what takes hold in my mind as I picture Granny, mama, grandma, my in-law’s, heroes of the faith like Martin Luther and William and Evangeline Booth, Keith Green….so many. And now, I picture not only those whose lives have been documented by their good works, but I know one day the cloud of witnesses surrounding me will be a motley crew of crack addicts and alcoholics. Those who were caught in the spiral of opiate addiction and saved by the grace of God through the simple hands of his servants.
This is the best family. A broken and hurting family who’ve been brought together in search of healing. God accepts us through his unconditional love and is restoring us through his grace.

More about Debby Hudson

Where do you find grace? Inside the church walls? Around the dinner table with your family? For years, grace was not much more than the prayer we said before meals or a biblical concept. Then I met a group of men who had, as we say, reached bottom. They welcomed me to Graceland. They showing me grace can be found in the darkest of places. I'm still searching and learning. I hope you'll want to come along.

11 thoughts on “A family made by grace

  1. Linda Stoll

    I remember the years that I co-led a Celebrate Recovery program … the absolute best, authentic, seeking, serving community I’ve ever had the privilege of being a part of.

    Bless you, Debby, as you continue to lead this healing stream.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      CR is a good program. I’ve found folks who are in true recovery are this way and yes, it’s a privilege to be part of it. Glad you were able to experience it too Linda. It has changed me in the best of ways.

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  2. Annie Rim

    I am so glad family doesn’t mean relative. I love my family and their support. But I can’t imagine doing life without all the other moms who have supported me; all the friends-turned-family that creates our community. We need a broader definition!

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    1. Debby Hudson

      Extended family works for me, Annie 🙂

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  3. sarahgirl3

    What a blessing you are to these men and they are to you. Redeeming grace at its finest!

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    1. Debby Hudson

      It’s definitely reciprocal, Sarah. And redeeming.

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  4. Valerie Sisco at Grace with Silk

    Debby,
    Sometimes our families are more than the people we are related to by blood, aren’t they? Your work leading those around you toward grace and truth is inspiring for your blog family! 🙂 And I love your new addition — so sweet — I hope we will hear more about her in the days to come! xo

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    1. Debby Hudson

      As one of our men said, Valerie, Gracie hit the puppy lotto when we adopted her 😉 How much more we’ve all gained being adopted by God.

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  5. Lesley

    I love that you’ve been able to build this community and give these men such a great experience of being part of a family characterised by grace.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      Just like a family made by blood, Lesley, we aren’t perfect 😉 That’s where the grace flows. We’re all learning.

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  6. Sarah Geringer

    Beautiful story, Debby. May God bless your ministry. #coffeeforyourheart

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