A couple of weeks ago, I had a conversation with my oldest favorite son in which he told me I was terribly miserable the first 2 years we lived in Florida.
So I’ve turned my mind back to those days to examine that time period.
The first year we lived in Florida, I was still doing life on my own, making the hole I had been digging for 26 years deeper.
But the second year? I met the Lord the second year. I became a new person the second year?
I was on an emotional high the second year, at least in my own mind.
The more I dig into those memories, the more I know what my boy said is true. I was definitely new in the sense I was newly sober, newly excited about life, newly seeking everything to know about this amazing God who would take me back.
To the outside world who didn’t know me, I was probably pretty tip top. But to the boys who lived under my roof? They were very happy I was sober, but now I was sober, no longer fun. Sober meant I was back in the dark mood that alcohol would help me escape for a few hours each day. Sober meant I was no longer uninhibited, spontaneous, cool.
That second year, I was learning who God is, who I am in Him, what He loves, what He hates. I was new alright, but I hadn’t reached the moment where I could apply the new things I was learning to the people I love most in the world.
Okay, I know this took me more than 5 minutes to write, but most of my thoughts take more than 5 minutes and I don’t think this will take more than 5 minutes to read, so that counts, right? 😉 Join us!
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