When my neck was broken in 2013 there was so much confusion in my mind. Difficult things happened in my life before then and I had held onto my faith, but this was so catastrophic that I couldn’t think clearly. I wondered if God was punishing me for all I had done wrong. Although I was sober when my injury occurred, I had been an active alcoholic for many years before then and the behaviors that accompanied my drinking were condemned sins all throughout the Bible.
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A God That Heals
When I think back to where my life was before finding God, I was living in darkness and despair. My three years in college were the most miserable and confusing days of my life. I was drinking on a daily basis and my goal in life was getting the attention of men so I could feel worthwhile. It was a never ending chase and it always ended up in defeat. I was convinced there was something wrong with me and that I was unlovable. Read the rest of this entry
We Have a Good Shepherd
If this pandemic had happened when I was able-bodied, seven years ago, I would be in big trouble. I was fiercely independent and always lived by myself. Before returning to my church in 2013, I didn’t keep company with a lot of friends. As an introvert, I was more comfortable being alone in my home with my laptop and my cats.
Getting back to being in big trouble, as a recovering alcoholic who had lapsed going to meetings, the idea of social distancing would have certainly driven me to drink. Well, I would have driven myself to GET a drink. The fact that liquor stores are still open shows how much Americans need that liquid confidence; that elixir that brings about a false sense of peace. Read the rest of this entry
Diary of a Quadriplegic 