I had my first drink at 12. It was also my first drunk. I had 9 years sober at 40. I’ve been at it again…now for 21 years. Now I am not a stumbling, mumbling, falling down drunk (at least not for the last 21 years) but I was graced with a tremendous tolerance for alcohol. A gift from my father. And I don’t have a stop button that works consistently or reliably. With this said I tend to consume far more wine, beer or whatever is being poured than is good or healthy for me. I don’t have hangovers but what I do have are incongruities all over the place. Because alcohol is a parasite on my soul. It diminishes every aspect of my life: physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, psychological, relational and financial. I’m sure I could name a few more without too much thought. But the most disturbing way I have witnessed this parasite in action is in my relationship with my Lord. Simply put, as long as I continue to drink the way I do, alcohol is my master.
“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other.” Matthew 6:24
Unattended, this parasite on my soul will prevent me from ever fully becoming who my Lord created me to be. And I am way more concerned with that notion than with what it could do to my health. May sound strange but it’s the truth.
SO… Today is day 6 of the 100 Day Sober Challenge I signed on for. I have found the strength to start. I need courage to remain . I will welcome who He created me to be. He is by my side. Without Him I can do nothing. Thank you Belle.