Last night for the first time in six years I was drunk. Not tipsy, not buzzed, but d.r.u.n.k.
Not only was I drunk but I was chatting with my church group friends that I have only known for about a week. How embarrassing. I can’t believe I did that. What a statement I am making to my friends. It reminds me of the I love Jesus but I drink a little video I saw over at Whittaker Woman’s blog.
As embarrassing as it was I am glad that it happened. Being drunk and then hungover the next day opened my eyes to why I quit drinking in the first place. I can’t handle alcohol. There used to be a time in my life when I would question why I wanted a drink. What was the root reason to my wanting a drink? Once I knew the reason I was able to find another better way to pacify that want.
My husband and I have noticed that we have been drinking more than we used to. We used to have a glass of wine maybe twice a week. Slowly over time we moved to a beer in the evening. Then to save money we bought Captain Morgan to mix with our Cola since we were drinking Cola anyway. Then we were having several beers or a beer and Captain Morgan in the evenings. At one point several weeks ago, our extra refrigerator was filled with alcohol and we realized we needed to stop.
Unfortunately, last night I didn’t stop. I was thirsty so I would fix more wine. I can handle wine…no problem. Only it was a problem and it continued until I got sick. Yuck. Needless to say, I have figured out I have a problem with alcohol.
I spent today in prayer asking God why I felt like I had to have alcohol. He told me that I was using the alcohol to fill a need that I should be getting from him. I was replacing my relationship with him with alcohol. I was turning to alcohol instead of him. That really shook me up and I realized he was right.
I am still in prayer about this as I know there is more to uncover as I get to the root of the problem. I am going to start questioning my motives when I want a drink and am asking forgiveness from my church friends.
By the way, the kids were in bed asleep while I was drinking my wine and hubby wasn’t drinking at all. Just so you don’t think I’m completely irresponsible.
What about you? What do you struggle with?
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Just wanted to say I think it’s awesome that you have recognized the problem instead of ignoring it. Makes me proud to know there are people out there that “get it”. I will pray for you and pray this story inspires others to follow your path….and follow Him!
Hey Tabitha,
I’m so sorry that I am just getting to your blog. I am honored to have been one of the women that was there for you that night. Your authenticity and transaperency is so refreshing. And your “pick up my mess by the bootstraps and give it all to Jesus” reaction is even MORE refreshing. I love you girl and I’m honored to call you Sister!
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ROFL!!! It STILL gets me going!
Love You,
Rebecca