I turned "50" yesterday! The big five-O! When I was thirty-four I was certain I was living my last few weeks. Fifty was not even on my radar. Forty was not even in my thoughts. Things like a wife, children, a car, a drivers license, a home, a bank account, pets, even a wallet were not something that a guy like me thought about.
You see, I had surrendered to alcohol, at the age of thirteen. And at the age of thirty-four, I was about to wave the white flag, and call it a life. Instead, something inside told me to surrender to God! I gave Him my pain, confusion, rage and fear. I tearfully asked for direction, strength and forgiveness. In return, He gave me hope. I still carry that hope with me today at the wonderful age of fifty.
God is great! God is good! God has allowed me to live a life that alcohol viciously attempted to end.
