The vision of Mountaintop Church is to be a community where we are learning and sharing a better way to live.
We are convinced that only Jesus offers that better way and a way to live forever. The simple truth is that life is better with Jesus and Jesus makes us better at life!
This Sunday we are celebrating the baptisms of six individuals who are embracing that better way to live. Each one has a story of a life transformed by the love of Jesus Christ and each one is a reminder of what can happen when we share what we are learning.
I’ve had the privilege of reading through their testimonies and asked the permission of one those being baptized, Ashley, if I could post her story here so that I could share it with all of you.
A backstory to Ashley's story is that of Henry, a 7-year-old whose family are members at Mountaintop. Last year Henry began to invite his friends, Harper and Lake, to come and join us for Vacation Bible School and Punk Your Trunk. Their family accepted the invitations and when they came discovered the people they met here to be “nice and normal.” In December those invitations led to the family joining us at Mountaintop on a Sunday morning, and this Sunday I will have to joy of baptizing Harper and Lake’s mom, who by now you've figured out is Ashley. With Ashley’s permission (and Henry’s mom’s permission) here’s her testimony. As you read this remember the role that a 7-year-old played by inviting his friends to VBS and Punk Your Trunk!
My name is Ashley and I have been attending Mountaintop Community Church since December 2013. A little about me…
I am almost 31 years of age.
I am a wife to my wonderful husband and best friend for almost 7 years.
I am a mother to our 7-year-old daughter, Harper & to our 5-year-old son, Lake.
I am a hard worker in the multi-family industry when I handle advertising and marketing for apartment communities as well as serve on the committees for the Alabama Apartment Association.
I am a volunteer with The King’s Home.
I am a sister to my younger siblings, Blake & Brittany, 22 years old.
I am what my friends call a “bohemian.” I was raised “differently” and have somewhat just floated through life looking for something, when it was in front of me the entire time. Here is a short version of my life in a nutshell.
I was born in Tuscaloosa. I have an amazing extended family, but God gave me my parents for a reason. My parents were alcoholics…hiding wine through the house, fighting, DHR visits, police visits, locking me outside at an extremely young age; my mom was also addicted to narcotics. My dad was a hard worker by trade of maintenance, HVAC, Electrician, you name it. My mom was a RN who later lost her job when I was around 13 due to forging prescriptions for her own use.
When I was 14 years old is when I started a vicious path of destruction. My younger brother and sister were 6 at the time. My mom was not watching and my sister was struck by a speeding car in our neighborhood. The driver was a doctor’s wife with her 5-year-old son in the car as well. Everything stopped. I ran outside and saw my brother holding her then I called 911. She spent the next 9 months in Children’s Hospital in Birmingham hooked up to life support. There was no brain activity so my parents made the decision to pull her off life support. We were at the hospital with our entire family and a preacher. As we sat around the bed the monitor started to beep…this was the first real miracle I had ever witnessed. She was back! She then went through many surgeries and therapy to learn to crawl, walk, talk, everything again. She is now 22 and lives with her father who is amazing. She is able to help around the house, but will never be able to live alone, drive a car or do some normal things that we take for granted. She is an angel, God kept her here for a reason.
When Brittany was released my parents drugged us all to court. My father had filed for a divorce and claimed that I, nor my younger brother & sister were his. We took paternity test. I was my dad’s daughter, but my mom had had an ongoing affair and my brother & sister had a different father. My dad would get drunk and yell that I wasn’t his daughter my whole younger life and then at 14 I saw why.
While Brittany was in the hospital, in a different town, everyone forgot about me. I was in 9th grade and went to school when I was home, but missed so much school that the board of education said it was not excusable and I needed to repeat the 9th grade. I was in all accelerated classes. Straight A’s, played sports…this didn’t make sense. It happened so fast, but I ended up dropping out by age 15 and started walking to Shelton State Community College for GED Classes. I tested extremely high and was allowed to take my GED and “walk” on my 16th birthday. At least I had a “piece of paper” but I missed out on some really important High School memories.
By 16 my dad had moved out. My mom was bad on drugs. I hopped on the bandwagon of being what I was around. I got a job as a hostess, got older friends; I started doing drugs, sleeping on friend’s couches and in my car that I bought for $500 from a friend. Just a blur… At 18 my mom lost the house to foreclosure and lost all of my material possessions, baby items, etc. My virginity was stolen from me due to rape. I attempted suicide twice. I ended up getting arrested for drugs and spent 2 months in jail. No one in my family knew. I see now that it saved my life.
At 19 I started actual college and worked. I attended Shelton State and then The University of Alabama. I never actually finished but learned a lot until my grant money ran out. I then moved around to Gulf Shores, Orlando and back to Tuscaloosa and went back to UA for Business Law, started leasing apartments while in school and fell in love with the multi-family industry.
At 23 I found myself pregnant, alone and scared. This is my second miracle I have witnessed. Harper, my beautiful daughter came into my life and I met my now husband who adopted her when she was a baby. We bought a house and then welcomed our son into the world. From 25-28 my husband gave up his career to be a stay at home dad and focus on my career path. We moved to Houston, Birmingham, Memphis and then back to Birmingham with my company. Now we are here and I switched career paths to give my children the childhood they deserve with stability, friendships and now our newfound faith.
Over these past few years my dad has passed on. He found God, he found sobriety, He asked me for forgiveness and then in a blink of an eye he was gone in a car accident.
I also had an older brother that my mom “gave up” when I was 4. He and I were close as I became a teenager. He spent 8 years in jail because of drugs in New Orleans. He then got out and was sober, but relapsed and passed on 3 years ago due to an overdose.
My mom…is still addicted. We have sent her to rehabs and have tried to help, but she doesn’t believe she has a problem. This is where my new faith has played the largest role. I have spent the majority of my life thinking I was a horrible daughter.
My first service at Mountaintop was in December. I sat there and listened and I swear Pastor Doug was speaking directly to me. I had not been to any church but twice in over 15 years…I was scared to even be there, but I was in tears. They were good tears. Something stirred in me. I am here; I am on this earth for a reason!
After Christmas I gave my troubles to God. I pray daily for my mother, but I just now see that I can give it over to him and what will be will be. Since attending Mountaintop Church I feel like a better version of myself. I believe that Jesus is the Son of God…God sent his son to die for us! How amazing is that? I could not imagine being a mom myself. I asked God into my heart for the first time in my life just 3 weeks ago in the First Steps Class. I am overjoyed with excitement about my life and that my “hole” in my heart is now overflowing for the first time. My walls are coming down; I cannot help everyone nor carry their burdens any longer. But God can.
My future is my little family, our spiritual growth and development together. For the first time in my 30 years of life I finally do not feel “lost” …I have a purpose, I have a reason and that reason is to be a Christian and to spread the word with my family.