I was THAT girl. Top of her class, straight As since as long as I could remember. Top grades, great test scores. I had a few good friends that stuck by me through thick and thin. Then alcohol happened. It started out as a normal freshman party experience. Drank one too many fruity drinks, was sick all night, promised I’d never do that again. But I did. Again and again. Slowly gaining momentum until college started. That’s when the real drinking started.
Fast forward a few years, I’m sober for nine months and have a beautiful baby boy. Unfortunately, the drinking started again. I told myself I didn’t have a problem. I told myself I had everything under control. Fast forward a few more years, a few marks on my record and very many lessons learned the hard way. That’s when I met Jesus.
He taught me that no matter what I had done, where I had been, how ashamed I felt and how much baggage I carried around, He still loved me. He was very interested in my problems. He wanted to heal me and make me whole again. He wanted to show me what life is like when it’s lived walking in light and grace instead of stumbling around in darkness. He received me. Broken and bruised, lost and hurting. He opened His arms to me and loved me. He loved me when I didn’t even love myself. He showed me that I could overcome my addiction with His help and bathed in His grace.
He stripped me of all the things I was clinging to for dear life. He cleansed my selfishness, relieved me from being materialistic. He took my obsession with alcohol away. He added a wonderful man of God to my life. He renewed and strengthened my relationship with my son. He put His Word in my heart and my mind. He put it on my heart to share my story with the world. He let me know that even if it only reaches one person or only shows His love and hope to one soul, that in itself is a win. I thank you with all of my being for taking time out of your day to spend with me. I hope the words that He puts on my heart reach yours.