Vice President/ One Street at a Time
Hello, my name is Kimberly Walls. I honestly don’t even know where to begin, except by saying thank you LORD for your Grace and Mercy! If I were to sum up at least half of my life in one word, it would be “Train wreck”. I remember my first conversation with God at about the age of five. I was sitting on the floor against the wall in the trailer we lived in at the time, my hands folded together pleading with him for his help. I did not get the help I needed that day, and I blamed and hated myself for things that were not my fault and beyond my control, and I thought he blamed me as well. Shortly after that I began my path to self destruction.
I accepted Jesus in my heart at the age of nine after hearing about his unconditional love and forgiveness in Sunday school. I was so excited to be loved that I went out and told everyone I could about him. Even though I knew that he loved me I still hated myself. I began using drugs and alcohol at the age of twelve. I would always feel remorseful and repent, but that self hatred would consume me again and I would inflict physical pain upon myself and drink and get high again to numb the pain. I had no boundaries, and it wasn’t long before I was either running away from home or getting kicked out, whichever came first, which would lead to temporary homelessness. I struggled in school and spent a much of the time in the Principal's office in high school.
Through my early adult years I still had many struggles. I quit using drugs at the end of my teen years, but alcohol still remained a problem for me. I would work long hours to keep me busy and escape from my dark thoughts, and would drink when I got off work until I went to bed. By this time I was married to my first husband and had children. Even though they were provided for and I cooked and cleaned and made it to their school functions, emotionally I was not really there for them. I would put on a smile and give hugs, but they could see right through me. I carried my baggage around like a tattered old blanket. I had been out of church for several years at that point and didn’t have anyone that I could trust to talk to.
At the age of twenty-five I was invited to a church on Bainbridge Island, and for weeks kept feeling a tug inside to go. I kept putting it off even though I wanted to try it. I still loved Jesus and felt conviction regularly I just didn’t know how to really have a personal relationship with him. I don’t remember those details being discussed growing up in Sunday school, or maybe I was just too distracted. I eventually ended up attending a church led by Pastor Bob Smith. The people I met there talked about the LORD like he was actively involved in their daily life. I didn’t understand how that worked, but I wanted that for myself.
After a couple weeks of attending I remember the Pastor giving an alter call and I felt like the LORD was yanking me out of my seat to go forward. I never experienced anything like that before. I went forward and got on my knees and rededicated my life to Christ. My sister in law Dawn was standing behind me with her hand on my back crying and praying. I got up off the floor and knew that day my life would never be the same again. The LORD completely took away my desire to drink as well. I was so excited to get to know him more. The words in the Bible began to jump out at me as I began to read. I wanted to know him intimately.
The self hatred melted away, and I began to see myself the way God saw me. Because of what was happening in me I was able to genuinely forgive those that I thought I never could. It has now been twenty-five years since I rededicated my life to Christ that day. I am now fifty, but the LORD continues to teach me new and exciting things. I still have so much more growing to do.
I have since, unfortunately, made many mistakes, but the Lord, by his grace has shown his grace and mercy through each one.
Though I am divorced from my first husband I have been remarried to my husband Ken for eighteen years. Combined we have five children, all of which are all grown adults and we have ten grandchildren.
The LORD has really given me a heart for the broken and hurting such as, the homeless, at risk youth, addicts, and those trying to get their feet back on the ground, a long with those that feel forgotten and abandoned, people struggling with bondages of all kinds. My heart's desire is to see people restored, healed, and victorious, and that can only be done by giving our hearts over to Jesus Christ.
There is HOPE! You have never fallen so far that the LORD cannot reach you. You are never out of his grasp. He loves us so much more than we can ever comprehend! He makes a way where there seems to be no way!! You don’t have to carry this heavy load anymore; he did not create us for that. He is there to pick up all of our broken pieces and love us back to wholeness. We also were not meant to deal with everything on our own which I think increases the risk for anxiety and depression. We need to stand together, and lift one another up in prayer.
9 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor. 10 For if one falls down, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to help him up! 11 Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; but how can one keep warm alone? 12 And though one may be overpowered, two can resist. Moreover, a cord of three strands is not quickly broken
1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is on Me, because the LORD has anointed Me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent Me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and release from darkness to the prisoners, 2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of our God’s vengeance, to comfort all who mourn, 3 to provide for those who grieve in Zion—to give them a crown of beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and a garment of praise in place of a spirit of despair. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.