Dad

Dad,

You’ll never read this, or at least not in the near future, because you don’t care enough to actually read my deepest thoughts on this blog.  I invite you in, and you show surface interest, and then nothing.  Plus, I’ve updated the site to disallow public snooping.  Good call…

Anyway, this is my venting and learning time.  I pray that God…

Wait…

No…

This is not my venting time.  This is the time when I call out to my Lord and Savior.

Lord Jesus.  Thank you for speaking to me through your word earlier.  Thank you for directing me in my time of need to Romans 8:28. You know my pain.  You know my situation. I cannot believe the hate in my father toward me. Where does this come from?

Sin, Michael.

My sin or his?

Both, Michael. You are both sinners. Sin is the root of all evil.

Did I handle myself well in the exchange of emails, Lord?

I was with you, Michael. You did well by allowing me to shine through. You do not need to concern yourself with your father’s behavior. The passage I led you to is all you need to hang on to at this time.

Thank you Lord.

Alcohol will not solve your problems, Michael.

I know. I don’t think I’m looking for it to. It is a means to bear the pain.

Pain is not necessarily a bad thing. Dulling pain allows it to continue.

But it’s better than some alternatives isn’t it?

Yes, but you are better than this, you are greater than escape.

Lord, I thank you for being with me, and I thank you for your council. What do I need to do next.

Michael, don’t steer away from this. Throw out your cup, right now.

…

This is a moment of truth, Michael.

Ok.

Good, now throw out other temptation.

Seriously?

Yes.

Ok, Done.