Your three words, my little story
Eric’s words: depth, sinner and lost
I am going to use this in another category also. How ya like my hat?
When I read these words I immediately thought of, Psalms 130:1.
Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD.
Don’t worry I’m not going to get all, Holier than thou on you. Most of you know that when I am given three words, I don’t write a story in the expected direction or genre.
In this case I’ll tell you what this particular scripture and the words mean to this SINNER.
In the late eighties I was alone in my room kneeling on the shag carpeting, looking for little pieces of crack that might have fallen into the carpet fibers. As my gaze lifted up from the floor and into the mirror, I noticed this pale, frail, shell of a man and at that moment I saw the DEPTH of my depravity.
In that split second I knew some changes needed to be made. My head continued to rise toward the ceiling and I prayed with my eyes wide open, “Lord please help relieve me of my addictions, drinking, drugging and smoking cigarettes.”
However, there was nothing I could possibly do at that time, since I was anchored and LOST in the grips of addiction. I found out years later, that was my turning point.
God doesn’t give us more than we can handle and He answered my prayers in a manner that He knew I could understand.
A few months later I was arrested for driving on revoke license for my umpteenth time. I was sent to jail for a year and I lived there for nine months, while my mom took care of my sons.
While in jail, I began going to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, church services and I had visits from my moms Pastor. During one of the Church Services the reading that day was Psalm 130:1 and that reminded me of the evening I asked God to help me. At that time I was four months dry in jail and I realized my prayers were answered.
I could go on and on with this topic, but I won’t bore you anymore. Not today anyway.
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