Whether we are fighting battles in our faith, or Satan on the frontline, the message is clear. The devil prowls. We know creatures who prowl come to destroy and devour.
"Lord, do I have enough in me to handle this"
Love is NEVER in question. Our beloved family members lost in this world of addiction are ALWAYS loved.
Mental illness is not a sin. What my mind does with it is.
Self-reliance apart from Christ, is prison to self. We were freed from that long ago.
This Christian momma is tired- but here sits another experience in the travels of addiction. I learned it can’t be me, I can’t save, fix, or carry the weight of an addiction I don’t have.
No, it can't be me.
When I came to the end of myself, I stopped holding on to hope in you and transferred it back to hope in Him.
I had reached my end. A year ago, everything changed. Not because you chose recovery, but because I did.
I know the consequences of addiction. All of the consequences. In order to let go, I had to accept them- no matter what. And it’s fire in an already burning pain.