Alcohol was my drug of choice… never got into drug/drugs… Once… maybe a dozen years ago… I did pick up a prescription from the dentist for Vicodin… he told me I would need it once the novocaine wore off (from some heavy duty dental work)… I took one… never took another one... it was a terrible experience… that whole drug world… ? I never wanted to experience it again… but alcohol? That was another story….
It took away any fears I had… any insecurities… any inhibitions… got me loose as a goose… I could say anything… do anything… I was able to conquer worlds and slay dragons after the 3rd martini…. it was a big one for me…. can’t say I ever even wanted to stop drinking... nor did I ever try… it was only days after my collision with God that I suddenly just didn’t want to drink any more… Then I heard some stories and read some other stories, and realized I never wanted to get drunk ever again.
I was always pretty much out there and kind of dramatic about things… so… I had this little ceremony at the kitchen sink, where I dumped out all my bottles of booze… one by one… each with a bit of a flourish… This was quite a thing for someone as frugal as Philip… (er… uh… maybe someone as German/Chicago Cheap as Philip…) being birthed during the great depression and growing up during WWII forced one to be very careful about pinching pennies in every direction.
I have never been drunk again since that day. I knew He had set me free... yet… I did not know what the Lord was going to teach me about all this, several years further down the road.
Tomorrow…
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