America needs to understand that many people have no clue what it’s like to truly hit the bottom. “The bottom is actually a very, very horrifying place that I never want to go back to again, but you know what? I’m kind of glad I was there.” – Glenn Beck

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“Men are in a restless pursuit after satisfaction in earthly things.
They will exhaust themselves in the deceitful delights of sin,
and, finding them all to be vanity and emptiness,
they will become very perplexed and disappointed.

But they will continue their fruitless search.
Though wearied, they still stagger forward
under the influence of spiritual madness,
and though there is no result to be reached
except that of everlasting disappointment,
yet they press forward.
They have no forethought for their eternal state;
the present hour absorbs them.

They turn to another and another of earth’s broken cisterns,
hoping to find water where not a drop was ever discovered yet.”

- Charles Spurgeon

Sometimes I get so fed up with family. There is so much importance placed on family dynamics and to a point I understand that. I would absolutely die for any one of my children, I would die for my husband, but those relationships were created from and out of love. The parents we are born to, and the family we are born a part of, aren’t personal choices we make and sometimes that is hard to deal with.

I would like to state for the record that my parents are complete morons. My mother is a recovering alcoholic who was pushed into that role by a selfish and abusive sociopath. Together – they created me. I doubt either one of them would argue with my analysis. So what’s a girl to do?

I woke up one day and realized that I refuse to follow in their footsteps. So many times we define ourselves by whom our parents are and that’s just a load of crap. Yes they may influence where and how we begin, but in the end, it is us and us alone that make the decisions that will ultimately shape our lives. My parents taught me, above all else, that humans are prone to error. That includes me, but when I screw up I recognize it. I don’t make excuses for who I am and now, after all these years, I have learned to love my parents, in spite of their flaws. That’s the amazing pattern of life.

I know that someday my children will grow up and realize that I am flawed. I look forward to that day and I hope at the same time they will be able to see where they can grow stronger because of my inadequacies. Life doesn’t get any better than the journey itself, regardless of the roads you take. That’s all I want them to understand about me.

Inside every addict – whether it’s drugs, alcohol, work, porn, sex,

There IS a thread of love.

It’s the love that brings people together
it’s the love that creates children
it’s the love that gives life it’s meaning.

That love is SO powerful. 

This love battles with addiction constantly and eventually the addict has to make a choice
the crazy thing is that…

the addict must chose to love THEMSELVES. 

They have to get to the point of understanding that they are hurting themselves
more than they are hurting those they love. 
You can nag them, condemn them, force responsibility on them
but it will not work until they understand that

God loves them EXACTLY where they are,

as useless and miserable as they are,

God loves THEM.

We do not have the power to change others

but God DOES

so turn it completely over to Him and let go.