When I was a kid, my wornderfully loving
mother and step father had been drinking and at age 11-12 it got much worse.
My parents threw wild parties every weekend and drank during the week.
Rarely did it affect their work. So even though I learned about alcoholism
in school, I doubted they had a real problem. Until my father became verbally
abusive and then progressed into the beginnings of physical abuse.
I had only been to church a few times in my life
and didn't know much about God. But, I prayed every night and cried myself
to sleep with Jesus comforting me. One night I actually felt Jesus holding
me. It was so real, I cried happy tears and laid there for hours not wanting
to fall asleep for fear that I'd never feel Jesus hugging me again.
I started reading the bible. When my
father started becoming physically abusive, I started praying this prayer,
"God, I don't care if you have to bring him within an inch of his life,
please make my father stop drinking and be the good man I know he is inside."
I prayed that for over a year until one night Dad did stop drinking.
The whole family was in my parents' room because
they were having a fight. When he raised his hand to hit my mom, it looked
like a real lightning bolt hit his hand from above and traveled down his
body. We all saw it except my mother who was covering her face. My father
went down on his knees and said to call 911. Dad had a very bad heart attack
Dad made a full recovery and never drank another
drop of alcohol the rest of his life! I will never forget a few months
later (maybe longer) sitting in a small church holding my best friend's
hand on one side and my sister's hand on the other side crying happy tears
together. My father was up front becoming a member of the church. I will
never forget what he said, "For years, I let alcohol be my God and let
me tell you, it did nothing for me. Now I have the real thing, the true
God." My father did a children's sermon during church once a month and
was very involved for years until he past away three years ago.
I recently told my mother about my prayer for
Dad years ago and she cried, agreeing that God answers prayers.