When I was a little girl and had been naughty, my mother used to say this little rhyme to me:
Once there was a sweet little girl
With a curl in the middle of her forehead,
And when she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad
She was horrid!
When I had my second little girl, Becky, she absolutely fit that rhyme. She was never horrid as a child because she had a bright and loving personality, but when she turned 13 she had a psychotic break and we had to have her hospitalized to keep her safe from herself, and others safe from her. She went through six years of being horrid and I thought that I had lost my daughter forever. It was so bad at one point that we actually had to plan for a funeral for her. Fortunately, our faith and love had given us the strength to continue working with her and we had high hopes that the Lord would touch her and heal her. She improved to the point where she was able to find a good man to handle her outbursts and she began to mellow out. She became pregnant and had our first black grandchild whom she loved beyond herself. She found the strength to give up drugs and alcohol while she carried the baby and when she had the child, little Skeeta, she determined to give up all of her bad habits for good.
As the years passed she became a mother four more times, and suffered several miscarriages. She loved her babies with all of her heart and tried her best to become a really good mother. The years passed and she would fluctuate between being clean to taking anything she could get her hands on. She managed to hold her family together and raised excellent children, but step by step she began to sink into a greater and greater need for pain killers and muscle relaxants. The drugs kept her soul immobilized and took her will to get better away. She was a prisoner of her own addictions. She struggled to get well but always returned to the drugs.
Finally a time came when she was on probation and had to do a drug program as part of the probation requirements. The doctors and probation officers wanted her to go into a drug program, but Becky, being Becky, was going to do things her own way. She hated drug programs-she had gone through the programs so often already and each time she would stop drugs for a while but then she continued to party with the group from the drug program. She felt that she could not get clean in a drug-focused program because she knew she would just re-use again once she met other new people with her same problems. So she looked for an alternative and found Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). AA changed Becky's life and tomorrow I am gong to talk about HOW the program was able to have such a positive power over her behavior and addictions.
Have a great day and, just for fun, meet me at: www.outskirtspress.com/thegodgames
Once there was a sweet little girl
With a curl in the middle of her forehead,
And when she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad
She was horrid!
When I had my second little girl, Becky, she absolutely fit that rhyme. She was never horrid as a child because she had a bright and loving personality, but when she turned 13 she had a psychotic break and we had to have her hospitalized to keep her safe from herself, and others safe from her. She went through six years of being horrid and I thought that I had lost my daughter forever. It was so bad at one point that we actually had to plan for a funeral for her. Fortunately, our faith and love had given us the strength to continue working with her and we had high hopes that the Lord would touch her and heal her. She improved to the point where she was able to find a good man to handle her outbursts and she began to mellow out. She became pregnant and had our first black grandchild whom she loved beyond herself. She found the strength to give up drugs and alcohol while she carried the baby and when she had the child, little Skeeta, she determined to give up all of her bad habits for good.
As the years passed she became a mother four more times, and suffered several miscarriages. She loved her babies with all of her heart and tried her best to become a really good mother. The years passed and she would fluctuate between being clean to taking anything she could get her hands on. She managed to hold her family together and raised excellent children, but step by step she began to sink into a greater and greater need for pain killers and muscle relaxants. The drugs kept her soul immobilized and took her will to get better away. She was a prisoner of her own addictions. She struggled to get well but always returned to the drugs.
Finally a time came when she was on probation and had to do a drug program as part of the probation requirements. The doctors and probation officers wanted her to go into a drug program, but Becky, being Becky, was going to do things her own way. She hated drug programs-she had gone through the programs so often already and each time she would stop drugs for a while but then she continued to party with the group from the drug program. She felt that she could not get clean in a drug-focused program because she knew she would just re-use again once she met other new people with her same problems. So she looked for an alternative and found Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). AA changed Becky's life and tomorrow I am gong to talk about HOW the program was able to have such a positive power over her behavior and addictions.
Have a great day and, just for fun, meet me at: www.outskirtspress.com/thegodgames
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