A few months back I took a trip to see a very good friend and celebrate her grandaughters coming of age. A slightly unususal celebration but unique and very interesting. The whole family is coming from all over the state and a couple of us from other states. I have the ticket, time off, special apparel, can't wail. I arrive and start helping on all the details left for our fun together. We work into the night two or three times. The excitment rising each day.Finally as the day nears, we find out that only 10 will show.
Had a visiting minister this week. He wasn't too bad but I kind of judge these things as to what sticks with me. I was asked later on about the subject matter he spoke on and was at a total loss.It was not bad at all but it just didn't get me. Ya know?Sometimes I wonder what it will take to touch me. Then there are those sundays that it is all I can do not to cry through the whole service. I have to wonder, is it me or the sermon? Is it the words or emotions.
He is going away again. I hope to find a new life. One without the demon drug that has tried to kill him, with his help of course.It has taken a long time to even get close to putting my head around the addiction part of this. Trying to understand why you can't just say no. But in my heart I know it isn't that easy or we could all do it. Eleven months in a program and now I am not sure. I pray, I hope and he leaves. He said it is the only way to win.