As I progressed into my self made hell during my drinking, a feeling of utter hopelessness had engulfed me. The feeling that I was going to die of alcoholism because I did not know what to do about it. My pride would not allow me to ask for help. I did not even know what was wrong with me. Alcoholics like me only recover when rockbottom is reached. If at all my recovery is strong today, it is because of my despair which I experienced in the last days of my drinking. I always loved my God, but my alcoholism had separated me. But God is faithful to His children and when they reach a point where human power cannot help them He reaches out and lifts them up from the pits of hell. Sometimes the church cannot reach the alcoholic, but the grace of God always does. His grace has been sufficient for me.
"But God is faithful to His children...." I will agree with this whole heartedly since it was about 11 years of age that I first reached out to God and God kept up the chase for me until I stopped running at 37." I stopped running and felt the bump at my back as God caught up. I never out ran God; just didn't have as much motivation as God did for catching me.
Mahalo Gonee....
-- Edited by Jerry F on Wednesday 6th of October 2010 07:26:38 PM
