Proverbs 7.


Marriage

Marriage (Photo credit: Lel4nd)

  My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you. Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye. Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart. Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.” They will keep you from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words.

    At the window of my house I looked down through the lattice. I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who had no sense. He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in.

   Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent. She is unruly and defiant, her feet never stay at home; now in the streets, now in the squares, at every corner she lurks. She took a hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said:

    Today I fulfilled my vows, and I have fellowship offering at home. So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you! I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. Come, let’s drink deeply of love till the morning; let’s enjoy ourselves with love! My husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey. He took his purse filed with money and will not be home till full moon.

   With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk. All at once he followed her like an ox going to slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life.

   Now then, my sons, listen to me; pay attention to what I say. Do not let your heart turn to her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death.

The book of proverbs is filled with so much wisdom and discernment that even an atheist would come to his senses. Proverbs 7, which I really enjoy comes with a strong warning for both men and woman: Don’t even think about looking at, thinking about, touching, or anything else with a married person. Christ fulfills this prophesy when He said, “But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” Mathew 5:28

Today’s society is about as pathetic as a dog at the dinner table begging for food. With men and woman stepping out on the marriages because they “don’t feel it anymore” is just plain sad. And we wonder why our youth are not responding to parents, or are acting out and doing things they shouldn’t be doing, because they see their parents doing it! To many men have said they don’t love there wives anymore and woman are in the same boat, and just a note: people who are met at the bars or clubs are not life partners.

My hope and prayer is to get married and have kids someday if it’s ordained by God, and when it happens I will respect my wife and love my wife and lead my wife like I am called to do, through thick and thin.  Stepping out on the marriage, in my opinion, is cowardly and the easy way out, because your causing more pain than what you realize and it breaks Gods heart.

Please, don’t take the easy way out of your marriage, let God restore it and make it better than ever!

Thanks for reading!! Be Blessed!!!

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The soul of a Mother.


Mothers' Day Cake crop

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Scripture tells us that God loves unconditionally because He is love and nothing can separate us from His love which is great. Now let me tell you of another unconditional love which is a mothers love.   A mothers love is a rare kind of love because they stop at nothing to love their child and I know this to be true because my mother stopped at nothing to love me. Its only by the Grace of a loving God and her kind and loving soul that I’m even here today, with that being said, this post goes out to my mother, and all mothers who will stop at nothing to love their child.

To the one who gave birth and sacrificed everything for me; To the one who loved me through the good times and the bad; To the one who worried about me when I didn’t come home or bother calling; To the one who prayed for me to come home; To the one who not only brought me home, but gave me a home; To the one who saw me getting baptized, Happy Mothers Day!

The Lord, my mom and sister, and my nephew have been my all in all since I started this journey, without them I wouldn’t be here telling my story. I was that kid that hated his mom growing up because she made me do things I didn’t want to do, like get good grades in school or wash the dishes after dinner, nor would she let me hang out with the wrong kids, which I wanted to do and did. She loved me and supported me at all times, through the hell and recovery, she loved me. She held my hand in court, and cheered when I decided to do to school. She cried with me when dad passed away and jumped for joy when I celebrated 5 years of sobriety.

So to the one who may read this hating their mother or not doing what your mother says, stop for a minute and think; what are you doing to make the situation better? What part are you playing in the scheme of things? I do understand there are some mothers that are unfit and unloving, for those I will pray for. But for the mothers that work day in and day out, sacrificing everything for your child like mine did, I salute you and my hope is that your children will understand that what you do is priceless.

Thanks for reading!!!

Be Blessed!!!!!!!!!

Pumpkin.


I’ve always heard it said that a dog is man’s best friend and I really found that out for the first time when I sobered up and moved back home. I do believe dogs have a way of connecting to the broken. Connecting so much that they can sense our every move and heal our hearts. My nephew has Pumpkin. She”s half beagle and half lab and not afraid to let you know who runs the show. She is and always will be the most beautiful dog I have ever seen.

Now at this point in my life things were changing for the good. One of the best decisions i had ever made was accepting Christ into my heart. That was about as good as you can get. Nothing is better than the saving grace of our Lord. But a close second would be the long walks that pumpkin and I would go on. Every afternoon for a few months straight i would come home after a meeting and grab Pumpkin and take off. We had some pretty cool adventures to say the least. Like the time when she went walking through a big mud puddle,then decided to try to walk in the house with dirty paws. If anyone knows my sister that wasnt going to fly. I did manage to clean her up good before she went in so me and the dog could still have a place to live.

I do believe God placed Pumpkin in our family for a lot of reasons but one reason I know, to comfort and love me. And she did it very well. Ya see when I came home from an 8 year alcohol endued life, I was so beat up physically,  mentally, and emotionally, that my insides were gone. No feelings, no emotions, nothing. When Christ entered my heart and I started to live for Him, he changed all that, and Pumpkin had a hand in it as well. Every night when I went to bed she would jump up at the end of my feet and laid there for some time.   She was a sense of security for me, that everything was going to be OK. Every time i came home, she was their waiting for me so i could rub her stomach and when I would leave, you could tell she was sad, even though she does this with everyone in the family, but to me, it was special.

God was using her to help heal some of the wounds I had, and what a wonderful thing it was. Then came the ice cream. Usually every night i would have a nice bowl of ice cream. One night Pumpkin was staring at me so I put the bowl on the floor so she could lick it. And so started our nightly tradition of eating ice cream, well I had the ice cream and she got the bowl. Just this simple little thing like letting the dog have ice cream brought joy to my heart like never before. I love watching her just flip her tongue around the bowl to enjoy the sweetness of it.

This was the transformation that God had started in my life. Through Pumpkin, He was teaching me to love, to respect, and to care. These are 3 things that I never gave attention to. Pumpkin who I love dearly, is one of the intricate pieces that God used to bring me to Jesus, and I’m truly grateful for the love of Christ, and Pumpkin.

I had to tell a little about Pumpkin because it’s very important to know this one fact about God; He will do whatever it takes to bring us to him, to bow and praise Him, even if he has to use a dog. Scripture says that one day every knee will bow and every tongue   confess and how true it is.

So let me ask you dear friend, do you have a Pumpkin in your life?

So this was Pumpkin, the mighty dogs of dogs who helped me to love again. I no in the last post I told you about a weekend that would forever change my life, but I had to share Pumpkin. So find me next time to see about this BIG weekend.

Thanks for reading!! Be Blessed!

On the contrary: “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”—Romans 12:20

The Words of a Sister,,,


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Oh it felt good to be free!! Well at least free in the since that i wasn’t in jail any longer, and didn’t have to go back. That was exciting to me because the next step after county was prison. And i really didn’t like jail, so i knew prison wasn’t going to be a holiday either. As we pulled into the drive at my mothers house i felt a since of security. Just like when i was a child, ya know that feeling of being safe when were home. And for the first time in a long time i wanted to be safe. I didn’t want to keep doing the things i was doing because i always got the same result. I was tired and on empty and i knew God had ordained for me to come home, for the fact it felt right.

Now my sister who is older and wiser than I, and my nephew also live with my mom, so it was a nice reunion.  On the way home i had a certain fear about seeing my sis, i guess because i was ashamed of my actions over the years, and i always wanted her to be proud of me, but i knew i had all but lost that. For who could be proud of me after years of neglect and alcohol abuse. I always admired my sister because she was always the leader, the go getter. Very smart, kind, and loving. Totally the opposite of me. So to say the least i was scared to seeing her.

Now when we pulled into the drive i saw my sister’s car. I got out and walked slowly to the door and i saw her standing in the kitchen, and from afar, she had a radiant glow about her. Probably because other than my mom she was the first real woman i saw in years. I was nervous opening the door and when i got in she embraced me like never before. “I love you, welcome home”. Now these words mean allot because no one other than these two woman ever said anything like that to me. All the other woman in my life always told me to “Get Out!” So this was quit nice to say the least.

That night i slept better than ever before and i woke the next morning to a fresh pot of coffee and the feeling that this is were i belonged. I liked this feeling and still feel this way every time i visit my family. Now it was Thanksgiving day and the rest of the family welcomed me with open arms, which was weird. After all i put them through and they still loved me, God is so good!!

That weekend i think, or maybe it was the next, im not so sure on this, but sis and I went grocery shopping. We strolled through the isles of the store i knew oh so well growing up, and then she hit me with statement that sticks with me today. “Scott, you need a plan.” I looked at her not understanding what she said. I thought to myself,”A plan? That sounds great, can i buy it here at the store?”

Now those words ringing in my head, i was confused. Actually I knew she was right because this meant for the first time in my life i had to take responsibility for my life and that was something hard to swallow. I mean really, i had to finally grow up!?

Now alcohol abuse has an amazing effect on ones body, brain, soul, and spirit. It destroys it! At this point in my life i was mentally unfit for the human race, because my brain was fried. So trying to understand what my sis said that day was hard. For someone to come at me with a straight answer was not something i was used too.

Please, i beg you, if your reading this right now and struggling with alcohol or drug abuse, please get help. Cause it will be the end of everything you know   if you continue on this path. The hardest thing for any addict is asking for help, but it so worth it!

Well, i heard it straight from my loving sister “I needed a plan” Please check back next time and see were this “plan” comes from. Thanks for reading, be blessed!!!

Two Woman’s Love,,


They say “behind every good man, is a better woman.” Now I’m not married, and relationships with women have all been a bust. Every relationship i was ever in always ended up the same; “it’s not you, its me”. Which is woman’s way of saying you’re a looser, in my opinion. And who could blame them!! I was nothing but a bar fly looking for the next fix, and the next girl to show that im their prince charming while falling off the bar stool.

However, God has blessed me with two woman who have stood by my side through it all. My mother and my sister. Two woman i know for a fact are Godly woman because they need his strength to put up with me all these years! My mother has a kind spirit, one of those woman you can sit and have coffee with all day long. And my sister, she’s the rock. Solid, patient, prudent, kind, basically everything i want to be when I grow up.

So, the day came when my mom came and bailed me out, for the last time. They called my name through the intercom system, and my heart skipped a beat! I was free!! I gathered my stuff (when you’re in the county jail they give you a bag. it consists of: 1 spoon, 1 roll of toilet paper, 1 mat to put on the steel bed, 1 sheet, and a jail handbook. And all these items have to be turned in when you get out or you have to pay a fine, or something like that.) and i headed to the door.

When you get out of jail you go through processing and man they couldn’t process fast enough! I’m escorted by the guard down the hall to the lobby and their she was. The most wonderful, beautiful woman in the world, my mom! She had that look in her eye that every mother gives her son. That look that says “boy you better straighten up, cause I’m getting tired of bailing you out!” I ran to her and we hugged. She grabbed a hold of me not wanting to let me go, and whispered in my ear “Scott, i love you, let’s go home”, and for the hundredth time in 3 days, i broke down crying. This time it was of joy that my mother still loved me, when i thought she had all but given up on me.

It was a cold morning when I was released, and when we stepped outside i just was overwhelmed with the feeling i had. The air was crisp, and the sun was bright, and I had a feeling like something never before.(after a few months i realized God was working on me at that very moment, but didn’t realize it just yet). The ride home was calm. I stretched my legs and just sat there in awe. Mom and I had a great conversation about everyone in the family and I sensed she was fixing to ask and she did. “Scott, what are you going to do?” Like every concerned mother would ask, but at that point in my life I wasn’t really sure. All i knew was i was going home, and at that time it was OK with me.

So I’m finally on my way home and what a joy it was, but that’s not the end though for God has had his hand on me ever since i was born and I’m glad i know this today. I rejoice daily over the fact that God has found me useful to help build his kingdom, and you can too!! His love is never-ending and when Christ stretched out his arms on that old rugged cross, he was saying “I love you this much””

Well it was almost Thanksgiving that year but you’ll have to join me next time because you’ll meet my sister. Thanks for reading, be blessed!!

A wise son heeds his father’s instruction, but a mocker does not listen to rebuke-Proverbs 13:1 

It’s time to come home,,,,


Now at this point i’ve all but lost all respect for my self. The emptiness that i felt that day was largely impart because i knew i couldn’t “do it ” any longer. I couldn’t go on living the way i was living anymore and something had to change. Unfortunately, that change had to happen to me, and i really wasn’t ready for it, by no means.

Me: “Mom

Now I’m going to pause for a second to explain something. When an inmate of the state, or a” number” of the county jail calls home, or anyone in this regards, it always by collect call. When the person on the other end picks up the phone, the operator instructs them and it goes something like this; “Hello, you have a collect call from such and such county jail”.  “Press one to accept, or two to disconnect” are usually the words heard, and Lord knows my mom heard them allot!

Of course she knew that i was in jail again before i even talked to her! And in all honestly, i kinda figured she would hit “2” on the phone to decline. Why would she want to bail me out “one more time” when all i would do is end up there again if i didn’t get help. Who could blame her for doing that? I wouldn’t that’s for sure. Could you imagine the conversations around the Sunday dinner table. “Well Sue, what does you’re son do for a living?”  “Well he’s doing a stint in the joint, but when he gets out I’ll let you know” Not something a mother could be proud of at all.

The answer my mom gave me when she got on the phone brought me to my knee’s like never before.  In here all but quiet and beautiful voice:

Mom: ” Scott, its time to come home, i love you.

Me: ” (Crying uncontrollably) “You want me to come home mom?”

Mom: “yes, you’re my only son and i love you, together we can get you back on the right path, please come home.”

Me: “OK, mom, i love you”

I could hardly believe what i heard, pushing the tears back from my eyes, i sat there for a minute going over the conversation i just had with my mother. She still loved me, and wanted me to come back home, me, of all people, the failure among failures, and she wanted me to come home. I could hardly breathe, but one thing i knew i had to do. I got down on my knees and started to thank God for such a wonderful mother.

Now at this point in my life i had started to realize to very important things: That God does for us what we could never do by ourselves, and a mothers love for children goes far beyond the imagination. These are two great truths that i still carry with me today. Because if it wasn’t for God’s saving grace, and my mothers love, i wouldn’t be sharing these things with you today. So I’m truly grateful that Christ died on the cross for our sins!

As i sat there in the cell i knew this would be the last time i saw the inside of a jail, well at least as an inmates point of view. I truly realized write there and then that it was time to change. Everything i knew about living life was complete nonsense and the sad thing is, there’s so many people out there that are living a life of destruction that can only be stopped by a divine intervention from the loving and powerful, prince of piece, the King of Kings, CHRIST!!

If you’re reading my story now and are feeling the way i felt those years ago, it’s never to late. God loves you right where you’re at and theirs nothing more powerful than the love of GOD. Please ask for help, please don’t go another day living in blindness.

So, I’m coming home! Now what?? Check back next time, and be blessed, thank you for reading!

 I can do everything through Him who gives me strength-Philippians 4:13