My name is Justin and I’m an alcoholic.
Wow, that is humiliating to say. I didn’t want to write it. Pride kicks in and says put “recovered alcoholic” or “recovering.” Well I am recovering, but I would be lying to ever say I am recovered. I relapsed badly about a month ago. I lied to myself and said that I was recovered. I wasn’t. I told myself, “I have it under control now.” I didn’t. The problem with alcohol is that it is my weakness. A weakness is an area that we do not have control of. It’s something that has power over us. Where we are weak we are powerless.
It saddens me that there are so many out there with this same weakness. Being an alcoholic for years I naturally surrounded myself with friends who liked to drink. Now that I don’t drink it’s near impossible to hang out with any of them. I wish it weren’t the case because I miss them. I miss the laughs and the conversations. I pray for them that they will one day decide to try a life without alcohol. It’s not that they all have as bad a problem as I do. Some have carefully crafted a skill of “social drinking” that doesn’t seem to affect their work life or relationships. I remember when I was there. Wading in the water about waist high, but somehow without even noticing I ended up in the deep end. Some are deeper than I ever was and I cry out to God for them. “Someone throw them a life preserver!” And at times people have, but they hastily push it away insisting they are staying afloat just fine.
I thank God for my sobriety today and my sister’s as well! Born into a family line of alcoholism the enemy knew exactly where to attack. Thankfully we had our mom—whom Jesus loves—behind the front line praying boldly to the Father night after night for years. Her prayers did not go unheard. At the right moment, predestined before the earth was made, God stepped in and said,
“Enough is enough! Come with me my child. My grace is sufficient for you for my strength is made perfect in your weakness.”
Strength made perfect in my weakness! Do you realize what that means? It means I no longer have to fight alone. I don’t have to do this on my own. Where I alone am powerless God gives me His power to have perfect strength. Perfect strength means not too much or too little, but exactly the right amount of strength to overcome.
Lord I pray that you will fill many with your perfect strength! May we be a generation and a nation known as those who overcame by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony.
The first step is admitting that we ourselves are powerless.
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- What do I do with the ‘void’? (togiveyouhope.wordpress.com)
- Recovering from Alcoholism (robinclaire.wordpress.com)
- Living Sober (vpssell.com)
- Overcoming Depression and Alcoholism (everydayhealth.com)
- The drink twice as deadly for women (smh.com.au)
- The Bible & Alcohol (Part 2) (counselofafriend.wordpress.com)