God Is All I Need!!
IT IS SO TRUE!!!
God is all I need. Tonight I told my eldest daughter about my adolescent life and the troubles that I endured. I started to tell her that I drank alcohol as a young kid. At the age of 16 was drinking hard liquor. I was dealing with puberty and the need to be accepted. As I probably mentioned in a previous post, I was burned as young toddler. I went through multiple surgeries to correct my mouth. As a teen, I needed to be accepted and to be loved. I wanted to be and feel normal like any other guy in high school. How would I know? I needed to have a girlfriend. By having a girl I would be accepted by her and then prove to others and myself that I was normal and just one of the other guys.
Then in my 10th grade (high school) my sister accused my grand father of abusing her and that brought more stress as my extended family became our enemies and we had to move far away. Yes it was like that. As a matter of fact an uncle and two aunts came in to our apartment and threaten me and my siblings if anything happened to their father (my grand father). I remember that I told my siblings to go into the bed room and I pulled la large kitchen knife and walked very slowly to my uncle and aunts and told them to come in en tell me again what they said, if they did none of them would walk out. The left faster than when they came in.
It was hard to accept that a man that i admired and loved would do such a terrible and shameful thing to my sister. I never associated myself to these people. Not for hate but because things would never be the same and they did not show any remorse for what they did.
I turned to alcohol to help me deal with my issues. I later came to know Jesus Christ in a home Bible study and gave my life to Him. I was later baptized and much much later completely quit drinking. My message to her was that issues happen and if we do not had Jesus we may make bad decisions that can make things worse than they are or could be.
Here is a song that I love to share with you tonight!
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