When I turned 21, I could legally drink. And I did.
I meant to stop, but just didn't get around to it for a long, long time. It became habit. Then necessity.
I became homeless and I had nothing. I didn't even have shoes that summer, it was horrible! I felt like nobody (even God) cared. But He did...
One night I heard a song by T. Graham Bell (think that's his name), called Wine to Water.
You've heard a multitude of prayers on my behalf
I pray one more is not too much to ask
I tried to fight this battle by myself...
but it's a war that I can't win without your help
Tonight, I'm as low as any man can go
I'm down and I can't fall much farther
Once upon a time you turned the water into wine
Now on my knees I'm turning to you, Father
Could you help me turn the wine back into water...
I cried while listening to that song. I tried to think back to how it all started. Where did it all begin for me? Was it the first drink? The second? Was it my birthday?
No. It was the last drink I took. It keeps going, following me around. A demon in a bottle, and I was under its spell.
I fell to my knees and I prayed for God to help me.
Today I have my cars, a job, a new house, money in the bank, and it's all things that He has given to me. Most of all, I have Him in my life. He's always there. I feel Him there. I'm an alcoholic, still, while sitting behind my laptop stone-cold sober. I'm still an alcoholic. I'm weak, and I can't do this.
But with God, He gives me strength. He makes it possible for me to resist alcohol. There was one time when I would declare to the world that I loved alcohol more than anything else in the world...and at the time, I thought it was true. I would do anything for it. It made me feel good.
Today, I love Jesus more than anything else in the world.
Be careful, my friend. Satan can be anywhere in this world, even hidden under the cap of a bottle.
God bless you.
