Fight​ the Pandemic

The city of Oroville continues to see rising problems with drugs and alcohol, and multiple city, county, and private programs have started up to help fight the epidemic, but there remains an immediate and unmet need specifically for women in Oroville. This is why we started a Sober Living Environment for women in 2017, and as the need arose it has turned into a 5-bed facility for women and their children. Over 36 women have come to the Maranatha House, and close to half of the women have re-entered society as positive members of the community and are living productive, drug-free lives.

 

The women come to The Maranatha House usually from prison, living on the street, drug and alcohol programs, or from their own personal homes. The Maranatha house provides a safe, structured, and Christ-centered home for women who desire to no longer use drugs or alcohol. We have a house manager who lives at the home with the women to keep them accountable and to encourage them with their recovery. 

The Maranatha house pays monthly for rent of the home and property, including the high cost of insurance to operate. We also cover electricity and water, and daily physical needs for a household of women.  The women who come to the Maranatha House help offset our costs to operate by being sponsored by either city or county programs, or by being privately funded.

The ministry has been very successful in helping the women in our community, and we are asking for donations, which are tax-deductible, and will help us to continue fighting the drug and alcohol epidemic that has affected so many people in our little town.

Help us fight by donating today

Other ways to help:

1. Donate your time; we need volunteers.

2. PRAY for us.

About

The Maranatha House is a Faith-based nonprofit 501c (3)  ministry located in Oroville, CA.

 

We are located in a quiet community on the outskirts of Oroville. It is a five-bed facility for women, and their children, that sits on nearly two acres of land with fifteen fruit trees and a small vineyard. 

Treasures of the Heart

The following are testimonies from women who have lived at The Maranatha House

 July 8, 2020    

 

     When I walked through the doors of the Maranatha house I was a mess. I was barely functioning. My one year old daughter had just been detained and I had been using meth heavily. I had been struggling to keep me and my daughter safe and to keep stable shelter and food. Prior to having her I was homeless for several years and so when I had her I didn’t know anyone other than other homeless people and people who used drugs to get support or help from. I was shunned and looked down on from people who didn’t use drugs and so I was scared to reach out into that world to get help. I was especially scared that if I did reach out for help that I would have my daughter taken away from me. I stayed place to place renting rooms and trailers that were not very good places for us to be. Because of this each place for some reason or another would become too unsafe to stay at any longer so eventually we ran out of safe places to go. I had been staying in a tent with my daughter on a friend’s property for 3 days prior to my daughter being detained. The Maranatha house through the help of Stepping Stones took me in just 2 days after my daughter was detained. The Maranatha house helped me in so many ways. I learned to have healthy and real relationships with several people there. The maranatha house brought me closer to God again and got me involved in church. I learned how to start living life as a clean and functional adult.

   

      I stayed at the Maranatha house for about 7 months. Everything that came up for me good or bad the Maranatha house in one way or another helped me get through it. The maranatha house guided me in staying clean and doing all the work I needed to do in order to get my daughter back. The Maranatha House became my home and I know that without the Maranatha house I would truly not have made it to where I am today. I have been clean over 10 months and have got my daughter back. I got accepted into the Esplanade program and I am applying for and seeking all the supportive programs and resources available for me and my daughter and am hoping to get into a house of my own soon. I still stay in touch with Wayne the director of the maranatha house as well as a few other people I met while I was at the maranatha house. I have great love for them all and hope to stay in contact with them for the rest of my life. I know that if I ever needed anything or just to talk, that the director Wayne or some of the women I met at the house would do any and all they could do to be there for me and my daughter. I know God led me to the Maranatha house so that I could get to where I am today with my baby girl.

                                                                                          - Teresa

April 22, 2020

 

     Most people in recovery talk about how they grew up in a household where they were influenced mostly by their own family. How either they learned to use or drink from watching their parents, or brothers and sisters. In my case it’s the total opposite, I grew up in a loving household, with parents that didn’t do drugs, my mother only drank on occasion, and we went to church every Sunday. I have two older half sisters that drink sometimes, but they are responsible adults with their own families and they don’t allow their extra-curricular activities to get in the way of their everyday lives. To the outside world, we looked like a happy family. Of course, everything was not perfect like I thought life should be, but I had everything I needed and pretty much everything I wanted.

     I tried my first beer when I was 11 years old at a friend’s house, and I was faced with having to go home and check in after I drank that beer. I was terrified, if my Dad caught me I wouldn’t have been able to sit down for a week. I was very disciplined, but I thank God that they didn’t figure it out. After that, I drank once in a while, but not too often for fear got in the way of that. I went to a Christian Boarding school in my early teenage years because I wouldn’t stop running away from home, and I thought there was always somewhere better to be.

     After I was able to go home, and live with my parents again, I got a job, went back to school and even bought my very first car with money that I had saved on my own. One day I decided that school wasn’t for me anymore and I was going to be like my Dad and drop out to get my GED. When my parents found out that I wasn’t going to school anymore they decided that I wasn’t going to live in their house either. I then moved in with my sister, worked as a waitress in a restaurant, and met my “first love”- Dope. I was dating a guy who had a bald head, tattoos, and a lot of drugs- all the time. I was “In love”. I was on it for a short time, before he went to Prison and I moved on with my life. I was drinking a lot, almost every day and at a party one night I met my first husband. He was in the military, getting ready to be deployed when we found out that I was pregnant with our first child… A boy!

     I quit the drugs and the drinking, and we got married not even a year after we met. I was determined to have a relationship like my grandparents… When my son was a year old we found out we were having another child, but we weren’t happy so I divorced my husband, and found my second husband who took care of me while I was pregnant with my second son and he treated my kids like they were his own. We were married after my son was born, but divorced a year later because of financial obligations he had with Child Support. We stayed together, because we loved each-other and we were a family. We were together for 3 years before we had our daughter. After she was born my life got turned upside down. We were drinking every night and even doing drugs every once in a while to cover up how we were both feeling because at that point my boys and his kids weren’t in our lives and it was easy to cover up the feelings with mood altering substances than to actually deal with them. 

     We ended up moving out to California from Minnesota with our daughter to “start over”. The drugs stopped for a while, and we thought we had our drinking under control. We both had good jobs, a house and vehicles. We were finally understanding the meaning of the word “family”. At this point in my life I was estranged from my family, I had burnt a lot of bridges that I never thought could be rebuilt.

     One night while we were drinking, something terrible had happened and our family was torn apart. Soon after my husband was going to trial for Domestic abuse with Great Bodily Injury, and several other charges. For 9 months we fought his case, remarried and I testified on his behalf. I didn’t want to know what life would be like if he went to Prison, I was scared that he would do something drastic. The day he was found guilty by a jury of 12 people who didn’t know him, I was terrified and relieved at the same time. I called home, packed up my Honda and me and my daughter went back to Minnesota to be with my boys and be a part of my family again.

     When I was working on getting my life back on track without the influence of my husband, I went into a deep depression. (It’s really hard not to when you have your 2 year old daughter asking for her Daddy every day when she woke up, because he was her hero. We fought in front of her, but she would never see the physical part of it. I made sure of that, because she was Daddy’s girl.) Even though I was reconnecting with my boys and my family, I felt like something was missing. So I decided to do what I always did, covered up those feelings with drugs and alcohol. As a mother who didn’t want her daughter to grow up in the system, I did what I had to do and gave her a good life with my sister and her husband, because I was in no way shape or form stable to take care of her. I had thoughts of suicide, and I couldn’t stop numbing the pain, and thinking that my life was over. I went to treatment for my drinking problem, but never addressed my drug problem. 137 days after I left treatment, I started dating a guy who was a drug dealer, we moved into a house together, had cars, and everything I could ever want, except for my kids. At this point my family knew I was using again and cut me out of their lives, and I couldn’t exactly invite them over for dinner because I never knew if the cops would bust my door down for drug sales. It was only a matter of time. Around January 2015, he ended up getting pulled over and going to prison for sales and transporting a controlled substance over 2 ounces.

     I got a job driving tractor for a local farming company, my house turned into a trap house and once again I lost everything. The drugs didn’t stop, and I had no contact with my kids, what was there left to do with my life? So, I decided to go back to California and take care of a few warrants that I had from before my husband went to prison, because he led the DA to all our bank accounts and stolen items from a previous job I had that we were embezzling money from. He was angry and figured if he was in prison doing time, then I should be too. I kissed my boy’s goodbye, told my sister to tell my daughter that I will be back and I made my way to California, I felt like I was finally going to do the right thing.

Over the last 5 years I have been in and out of jail for over half of it. When I was done with my first term of 2 in a half years, I relapsed on Meth, was hanging out with known users and dealers, and I was homeless. I felt as though I couldn’t go home to my kids because I wouldn’t be allowed to see them anyways, so I stayed in California and did whatever I wanted to do. I discovered more drugs that made me feel good, and learned a new trade… Stealing Cars, it was a mind-blowing experience and I thought I was invincible. Then the inevitable happened, I got caught and went to jail. I was looking at 10 years, state prison for my crimes that kept building up, and then Drug Court gave me a chance. I have been on drug court a little over a year now and been to 2 different programs. First, The Maranatha House and then Dax-it Recovery Services.

     During the last Year I have learned a lot about myself that I never knew, I had over a year clean and then relapsed in November, 2019. In the last 6 months I have turned my life completely around, because that was the last time when I decided that I wasn’t going to come back from that life. I was determined to give up on everything, my life, my kids, my love, and God. Funny thing is, God had a different plan, he has placed two special people in my life that wouldn’t give up on me, they would’ve done anything for me, and they weren’t going to let me go down.

I got back into the Dax-it program and did a complete 180 with my life. I have an amazing fiance’ that loves me with all of his heart, and a best friend that I never thought I deserved. Getting clean and sober really was the best thing for me, even though I thought I had my life under control, and I could handle the drugs, my life was spiraling downwards very quickly, and my health wasn’t the greatest. I am truly grateful to have people in my life that truly love and care about me enough to kick my butt when I need it. I have never been happier in my entire life. I still don’t have the greatest relationship with my family, and I am not allowed to talk to my children, but I know that these things take time, and I have learned that by putting my faith in God and doing a little foot work, everything will work out in his time.

     I have an amazing life today, and I have the people at The Maranatha House, Dax-it and Drug Court to Thank for that. They gave me a chance when everyone else told them they shouldn’t, and when nobody else would.

For me staying Clean is a life or death errand, to use is to die, and today, I choose to live!!

 

                                                                                                                                                 - Erica 

     “My name is Jade. July 6, 2017 I was released from Butte County Jail and put on drug court. They released me to a “faith based” sober living house. I thought I was in a good place but the lady that ran the place wasn’t the godly woman she claimed to be in front of people at church. Behind closed doors she made us miserable. I left after 3 months of staying there and moved in with my best friend. Everything was fine until my friend got off probation and relapsed. So, I had to decide to move out into an SLE to protect my sobriety.

     My counselor recommended The Maranatha House. At first, I didn’t want to go because they said it was faith based and I already had a bad experience with that before. But when I finally decided to go, I was welcomed in with loving arms. I stayed at The Maranatha House for almost a year.

     The staff there are amazing people and helped me so much with everything and anything I needed. Living there softened my heart, because I now have a stronger relationship with God than before I went to The Maranatha House. I’ve always known about my savior, but never did I have a relationship with Him. Now I am a manager at my job, have a car thanks to their staff, and have my own one-bedroom apartment. I love being sober and wouldn’t use again for anything or anyone.

     I’ve learned how to use the tools that recovery has to offer. When times get tuff and I go through trials, I now know that my Lord and Savior, is a prayer away and would never put me through anything I can’t handle.”

         

                                                                                                                                                  - Jade

The following are testimonies from women who have volunteered at The Maranatha House

 

 

My story started long before The Maranatha House, long before jail, long before I knew what God's plan was for my life. What I'm trying to say is that I never imagined how far God would bring me out of that suffering, out of the pain, out of the darkness, out of my own torments. He brought me up out of the ashes amongst various stages and situations that I then felt hopeless in. I knew about Jesus, but the Jesus I was told about as a child was a brimstone and fire God. I didn’t know about his love, his grace, his mercy, and the abundant life that is in him. I didn’t know then that I was chosen. I have been abundantly blessed to be able to be a part of something so big and to be such a loved functioning member of the body of Christ. Being able to give back what was given to me during my recovery. It has been a great honor to work with so many anointed leaders seeded in the Lord’s work and to be able to meet so many beautiful women and to share with them what helped me get some understanding and wisdom when it came to matters of the heart. It has been such a beautiful journey, so many experiences that have brought me here to be able to share my testimony and about how The Maranatha House has impacted my life. The Maranatha House is very special to me and to my life. Giving my life away here at this very special ministry has helped promote wellness not only to other women, but to myself as well. Maranatha...The Lord is coming.

                                                                                                                  - Jessana

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If you or someone you love could benefit from being at our home, please let us know.

 

To volunteer or financially support this ministry, please contact us.

For More Info:

Director: Wayne Marshall

Phone: (530) 552-0738

E-mail: TheMaranathaHouse@gmail.com

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The Maranatha House is a branch of the Oak Is In The Acorn, which is a recognized non-profit organization under the 501c(3) Internal Revenue Code. Contributions to The Maranatha House are tax deductible to the extent permitted by law.