Please take a few minutes and read this wonderful testimony to the power of God from my friend Dawn
What do you think of when somebody mentions “an alcoholic”?
Do you have a set of criteria, or a description? – maybe that they drink vodka for breakfast and hide all day behind drawn curtains dysfunctionally; or maybe you imagine flamboyant ‘drama queens’, who lie and manipulate; or maybe you picture the lonely, ‘down-and-out’ with a brown paper bag hiding the cheapest tipple; or a sorry soul, stooped so low as to be stealing and downing the ‘meths’?
That’s what I thought too. I had these images.
I didn’t imagine I was an alcoholic! I could stop if I wanted to.
I had a family and a professional full-time job.
I was a Christian!
I just liked the wine of an evening… Every evening maybe, but… I had a past I wanted to forget and life was hectic and stressful…
… and a glass of wine was ‘me-time’ – time…
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