I don't write this to toot my own horn. I am usually an open book about my failures and struggles so that maybe someone else that is experiencing the same might find hope in what I have been though, and especially in Christ. Something has changed in me in the past few months...and I just want to share.
I didn’t grow up in a Christian home. Not that that is special or even very unusual. Many people can say
this. I grew up in a home that was
loving, strong, independent, and, unfortunately, enabling. I have two older brothers and sisters. I am nine years younger than the others. I was pretty spoiled, and my parents had a
lot of money. Now, don't misunderstand me. I was 100% responsible for my actions...but my parents should have been tougher on me. It's hard to be loving and strict at the same time!
All through school, and I didn’t know it at the time, but I had some sort of learning
disability. I had a hard time keeping up
with everyone else. I would start each year with an, "I can do it this time," attitude and expectation, only to fall behind after about a week and lose hope. I did really well in
a few classes, but only if the teacher was excellent, liked me, and kept me interested. Almost all of the teachers would write the same thing in my report card: "Very smart, but doesn't apply herself." The truth was that I was just so lost. I would get confused about one area, and wouldn't be able to move on until I understood it. Most teachers would just shrug me off and leave me behind, partly because of the "crowd" I hung out with. I didn't blame them. I decided to concentrate on what I was good at: Looking good and partying hard.
Me at age 16 wearing some goofy 80's rock outfit. I was at a wedding, I think. Yep, that's my drink, I had a cigarette going, and those are my stoned eyes. |
I made many wrong decisions.
I was able to sweet-talk my way into or out of almost
anything. I started partying at age
13. It started with smoking cigarettes,
then pot, moved on to drinking, and finally on to drugs such as cocaine,
mescaline, and acid. I was extremely disrespectful towards my parents...IF they tried to stop me from doing what I wanted. I would sneak their car out at night (that's how I learned to drive), have parties when they went on trips, lied like crazy, you name it.
I was saved in 1989.
My boyfriend at the time was an active Christian, and one day I asked
him if I could go to church with him.
That day changed my whole belief system.
I knew that I wanted to know Jesus and everything He stood for. This was what I had been searching for. This was the true love that I thought I would never find. I sat there crying my eyes out in that
church, listening to what seemed to be a message directed right at me about how
hopeless a life without Him really was and He loved us so much that He came to
earth, was beaten, and then willingly went to be nailed to a cross…for us…for
ME?!
Unfortunately, the old lifestyle continued. No one at the church I went to, which was
different from the church I went to with the boyfriend (who actually broke up
with me on the day I was baptized…hahaha…it’s okay, he was right in his
convictions and we stayed good friends) really showed me what being a Christian
was. I was about 21, so I attended some events with the young adults and attended one of their retreats. No one even spoke to me. I wasn't bitter, but felt like something must be wrong with me. Maybe because I hadn't grown up a believer, I wouldn't be accepted? I started reading my Bible,
but after a while I got frustrated and just stayed with the life and friends I had.
Fast forward to the fall of 2011. I attended church off and on thought the years and had been a steady attender since 2000. I knew I was truly saved and had learned a lot more. I was (am) quite happily married with six children that meant everything to me. Still, something wasn't right. Something was incomplete. I was one of those “roller coaster Christians,” and it was becoming
increasingly frustrating.
My life basically went like this:
I got the urge to party in some way, be it drinking or drugs. I would drink or do the drugs. I would feel guilty and then become depressed
about what I had done. I would stop the drinking and/or drugs. I would get back into the Bible and feel
great about being close to Him again. After
a few weeks, those feeling would start to fade.
A few months later, the scenario would start all over. I really believed that I would never break
free from this horrible cycle, and I just couldn’t understand why the Lord was putting
me through this repeated defeat…why I wasn't being set free from it, or why I wasn’t strong enough to overcome it by just saying, "Enough."
(To be continued…)
I can't wait to read the rest of this!
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