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The Disease of Addiction

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on February 13, 2012 by Her Broken Wing

The news of Whitney Houston’s death comes on the shirttail of another death in our town of a young mother fighting the disease of addiction. It is sad and it is a reminder of how powerful this illness is.

Facebook, Twitter and the news have filled the pages with all sorts of comments from the public. Many are not so nice. Whether you believe addiction is a disease or a self-inflicted overindulgence, the outcome is the same. Life is not sustainable without help.

My question is if the Diabetic as such is told they can come off medicines if they lose weight but chose not to, consequently they suffer a debilitating illness, and does this make them less of a person? Heart disease is mostly preventable in a society where obesity and / or high cholesterol is an epidemic yet heart disease continues to be the number one killer.

We take the disease of addiction, choice or not and society looks at it as a moral defect. Tell me the difference between this and the diabetic secondary to obesity?

Whitney Houston hung onto a man that continued to use and abuse drugs which enabled her to as well. Do we not do that in households that continue to keep junk food in their pantries after grandpa suffers a heart attack?

I will need treatment the remainder of my days. My disease is in remission just for today. But I must feed on God’s word and exercise my faith.

It does anger me that people judge without knowing all the facts. I am a good person. I am a professional. I am a Christian wife, mom and child. I live with this disease that I did not choose. I pray daily for freedom from its stronghold.  So no, I don’t wish to be intoxicated no more than the obese person wishes to be a diabetic.

Maybe we should extend a hand instead of an opinion.

And Judge not. (Matt 7:1-2)

Beautifully Awkward

The Weathered Life

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on November 21, 2010 by Her Broken Wing
She came into the house from the cold. She dropped her old worn-out coat over the heater to dry it out from the dreary rain that continued to darkened the skies. She thought to herself, the weather was much like that of her moods these days. She looked around. The house was empty and smelled stale from its lack of attention  just like her own life.

 

When had it come to this? Why had it come to this?
 
She sat down in the old battered sofa that she had acquired from the side of a road. She figured she could fix it up some day with some nice fabric but for now it served its purpose. A place to sit and a place to sleep.
 
For a moment she would allow herself to go back in time. It started innocently enough. She had been sick. The doctor gave her some medicine for the pain. And for the first time in her pathetic little life, she felt good. The world went away, the pains and all its worries followed.
 
Where did she cross the line?
 
Who defines pain anyway? Physical, emotional, even spiritual?
 
When did she cross the line of her physical sickness into emotional and then into spiritual?
 
When did she become an “Addict”?

 With each pill, she gave up a little piece of her soul. With each high, she lost one more endearing part of her life. Eventually she was left barren. She had sold her soul to the Devil.
 
But that was not enough, she would begin to take parts of their life, too. And she did. Their lives were shattered in the path of her destruction.
 
 Now in a barren home–she would start over after many years living like a caged animal.
 
 
And…
 
Only through Mercy would she come to Him.
 
 Beautifully Awkward