Change Your Battleground
Arm yourself with His armor daily and go to Him earnestly in prayer for victory.
Arm yourself with His armor daily and go to Him earnestly in prayer for victory.
Addiction uses an unforgiving heart to secure a chain and yoke you to its darkness.
I am placing myself in the center of God’s wisdom, kindness, compassion, love, and rest.
Scripture tells us to guard our hearts- a gentle reminder to be mindful of our thoughts and emotions.
I pray for an open heart to not only give love but to receive it as well.
Sometimes in life, we sacrifice and let go of those dreams.
It is hope that we can go on living our lives while praying for those who are lost.
God began a work in me that will forever be untouched by evil.
They know why you’ve made the choice to step away- they just don’t like it.
Jesus comes alongside you and enables you to pull together, one step at a time, as you both have the load.
You didn’t cause this, you can’t control their choices, and you can’t cure the situation.
Addiction can never control my heart; it may try, but it will always fail.
Above all, God wanted me to know it was OK to live my life.
At that moment, something changed, and I realized I had to let go.
Even while I sat with my back towards Him, eyes closed to the light, He remained.
Perhaps my heart cries out the loudest, “Know you are loved. There is a God who is for you.”
Considering addiction steals and destroys someone lost in the cycle, we forget how the tentacles of destruction reach family and friends.
Like the fallen tree, I often felt like my foundation was crumbling and the pressure would take me down.
The birth of an innocent baby is where it all began for Him.
This day brings me hope and peace. It reminds me of how small I am and how big my God will always be.
I enjoyed escaping reality through the stories on that little screen.
Acceptance of self is a personal journey, not a society narrative inflamed with personal agenda and wanna-be status.
When we pursue peace in our minds and hearts, many of the negative traits we’ve grown attached to will evolve.
Remarkable are the joyous events that, if believed, fate would despise.
When the pain of the fight oozes from my soul, the Almighty will rescue me.
Accepting that I cannot fix, cure, change, or even save my loved one was the first step to my recovery.
You are allowed to walk away and love from a distance.
You alone have no power to eradicate chronic substance use from your loved one’s life.
You can function again through the pain.
We stay vigilant and never stop waving our hands and shouting words of hope and fire into the hearts of our loved ones.
We function in living grief, wondering the fate of our beloved children.
Releasing ourselves to God is being a little child again and falling into His lap for comfort.
Even my darkness is not dark to the Lord.
I wondered where Jesus was. All I could do was talk to Him, and my words were few.
I know I’m not the savior here, I can’t fix their situation, or change their mind.
You see beyond the world’s condemnation.
It takes just one moment, and security is yours to hold.
I’m a parent of someone living on the fringe of life.
God knows when we look in the mirror and examine our sins and setbacks, we have no space for the offenses of others.
We are an invalid when drugs have control.
When change comes by expectation or surprise, He provides and carries us through.
If we don’t confront our sins and surrender to God, we live for ourselves.
As no one speaks up, the darkness grows.
Tough love was not an expectation to change their behavior; it helped to change my own.
I felt the stress, fatigue, and weight of being an adult before I could drive.
The more I stayed, the more despised I became.
Living for Christ changes you, and that is where healing begins. It’s a healing that lasts.
The feeling of resentment is poison to our soul. It saturates our being with false justification.
The God who listens to me whine carries me through. He always has and always will.
A living nightmare carries on another day, another month, another year.
They alone will come to a place of reckoning within themself.
Families choose to disconnect from addiction for various reasons- usually justifiably.
Gradually, I stopped trying to flee my cell built by the evil of addiction. I accepted my fate.
When I sit and do nothing, it’s more than likely necessary, not a luxury.
I joined the ranks of “I want what I want and I want it now.”
It will take time to learn to live outside the hurt, sorrow, and fear.
There are people all around putting blame and shame on parents who are already a hurting mess.
With every step that Jesus takes, the tunnel cracks, and walls shake.
Even if today is filled with sorrow, happiness does exist.
Anxious feelings haunt me day and night. I live in grief that many will never understand.
My surrender allows my divine creator to be my strength in the middle of my weakness.
There comes a time families step out because they can’t handle it anymore.
She was brave to believe…to trust and to carry on.
The battle to surrender is not a single moment of raising a white flag. Surrender is a daily choice.
I can’t call upon the wind to stop the storm.
I was traumatized into thinking every contact that came through was a police officer, coroner, or hospital telling me my child was dead.