Last night, a man was speaking about his testimony and how laughing in desperate times invites Joy to defeat the enemy. Well, as he was talking, I was reminded of something. Continue reading
alcohol
“Family Tree”
some people have their minds
set
on how life should go Continue reading
Eye Contact
Yesterday, I was so blessed to have tea with Jessica and catch up on life, and while we were both there for each other, God had us there for someone else. Continue reading
“HEADS or Tails”
having one mind
the mind of Christ
mysteries revealed
never hidden
knowing Him
to such a degree
of living WITH Him
eternally
never wanting
never needing
darkness
to survive
having been
on the other side
I can tell you
Light prevails
no more waking
unknowing
no more passing out
to sleep
no more selling
what was His
no more lying
to get it right
flip the coin
until it lands on Him
and choose to live
on the other side
“Mirror of Hope”
it’s so tempting to look back
and regret the years I’ve lost
the time I spent
drinking
using
neglecting
selling
giving
almost everything away
to darkness Continue reading
“Fences”
young kids growing up
in pain
not being loved
not feeling loved
not knowing love
finding church hoping Continue reading
“Money”
not much time needs to be spent in my heart
until I think of dancers
prostitutes
women
until I think about God’s treasures
waiting to be found Continue reading
Dinner’s Done
In the beginning of my recovery through AA, I’d felt I’d finally made it “home.” Everyone accepted me, loved me, remembered my name. It was so good. I loved going to meetings and acted a certain way there, which the kids rarely saw at home.
I remember times when the kids would say, “You need a meeting,” and I’d usually leave to go to one. By the time I came back, I was in a good mood, ready to be a mom. That lasted for years, until I really surrendered to God. Continue reading
My Best Day
Throughout my years of recovery (from alcohol and from hell), I’ve remembered many things, some of them good and some of them not so good. When it comes to memories of my dad, there aren’t very many.
In the past, most memories I’ve had of him were attached with pain, but through learning how to reject the pain, I now only have memories, and most of them that I remember bring a smile to my face, like the one I had this morning. Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 