But, the scars of our past remain. And so my nasty scar remained. An ever-present reminder that I have an ugly past in which I did not know my value as a person. Every once in a while, I would find myself struggling, triggered by something from my past that followed me to my current life and the feelings of worthlessness would slip in.
Just as there was a physical scar on my body, so too, was there one in my mind.
Christianity doesn’t just still matter, it matters even more in a world starved of true freedom and hungry for authoritative truth. Now more than ever, we need to help the broken find redemption, and the one true voice they are starving to hear.
Alcohol affects millions of lives, but we were not meant to live in bondage. We have the power to overcome the damage in our own lives from alcoholism, resting in the knowledge of God’s love and grace.