As I approach 6 months, I have been reflective. What if? What if I never picked up a drink, what if I quit earlier? So much of my past is broken, drinking and unfortunate events have parked me at this point in time.
College graduate, former Naval Officer, FBI Academy hopeful. What if. What if I hadn’t had my accident in the service, what if I wasnt drinking hard then, could I have powered thru and made my dreams come true? What If I didnt have PTSD?Deep depression set in after my time was up in the Navy…what if I wasnt drinking? Where would I be. My past is littered with broken pieces.
There was a story on the news. A man goes to all the elementary schools at the end of the school year and collects all the broken and almost used up crayons. He takes them home, sorts them by color. He then melts them down and makes new crayons. He packages them, then delivers them to the schools in the poorest areas. Giving new life to simple colored wax, and joy to children that probably dont have the money for school supplies.
I am simply a broken crayon. God is simply melting me down, to reform me into something useful. My past has lead me to this point. God’s plan for me is greater than any dream I could have possibly dreamt of.
I am sober, I am happy, and for the first time in my life…that is enough.