So, for anyone who is at the end of their rope or has hit rock bottom or lower, know for a fact that I am living proof that there is a real genuine supernatural force greater than any human being on this earth, our (not just mine, yours as well) Heavenly Father.
If you need someone to talk to, speak with Him privately one-on-one. Share your fears, your hurt, your weaknesses, your desire to be a better person and anything else that comes to your mind and heart. There are no magical words or prayers you need to recite, no specific place you need to go, no specific time you need to speak with Him, and no intellectual words you need to use. And you certainly do not need anyone's permission to do so.
Speak with Him as you would a very good friend, one who has always had your back in good and bad times regardless. Someone whom you deeply respect, revere and look up to...there must be at least one that comes to mind, even if that person is no longer with us in the flesh. Except in this case, you are speaking with your Heavenly Father.
Use your own words, and speak with Him as often as you want to. He is not far away in the uppermost stratosphere. He already dwells within you. Now that is close. And He is not so busy, that He doesn't have the time, and I mean all the time you need, to listen to you and provide you with His counsel. He is not like us humans, restricted by time and space...He is a Spirit. Now, lest I be misunderstood, He will not necessarily respond to you with audible words you can hear, but I promise you that He will work in wondrous and magnificent ways you and I never thought possible.
He may allow you to experience a specific life incident, which you may view as positive or negative. He may even bring a person into your life for a short period or perhaps longer who you know or perhaps a perfect stranger. He might use words voiced by someone on the radio or television or Facebook or other social media. It might be an article or other written text you are reading, or a thousand other ways and possibilities!
I promise that when you do choose to speak with Him, either quietly in your thoughts or even openly, He will not use a spell-check or dictionary or other instrument to judge your correct use of vocabulary or grammar. I thought I'd throw in a bit of humor. Suffice it to say, He does not care one bit about how you speak or if you make mistakes or whatever.
He is much more interested in the relationship you are beginning to build with Him on a daily basis.
And in the timeless words of Forrest Gump (I really like that guy, so humble, so innocent, so not like many people who are full of, well I won't say but you can probably figure it out), "That's all I got to say about that."
Yet he got drunk again. We asked him to tell us exactly how it happened. This is his story: "I came to work on Tuesday morning. I remember I felt irritated that I had to be a salesman for a concern I once owned. I had a few words with the boss, but nothing serious. Then I decided to drive into the country and see one of my prospects for a car. On the way I felt hungry so I stopped at a roadside place where they have a bar. I had no intention of drinking. I just thought I would get a sandwich. I also had the notion that I might find a customer for a car at this place, which was familiar for I had been going to it for years. I had eaten there many times during the months I was sober. I sat down at a table and ordered a sandwich and a glass of milk. Still no thought of drinking. I ordered another sandwich and decided to have another glass of milk.
"Suddenly the thought crossed my mind that if I were to put an ounce of whiskey in my milk it couldn't hurt me on a full stomach. I ordered a whiskey and poured it into the milk. I vaguely sensed I was not being any too smart, but felt reassured as I was taking the whiskey on a full stomach. The experiment went so well that I ordered another whiskey and poured it into more milk. That didn't seem to bother me so I tried another."
Thus started one more journey to the asylum for Jim. Here was the threat of commitment, the loss of family and position, to say nothing of that intense mental and physical suffering which drinking always caused him. He had much knowledge about himself as an alcoholic. Yet all reasons for not drinking were easily pushed aside in favor of the foolish idea that he could take whiskey if only he mixed it with milk!
Whatever the precise definition of the word may be, we call this plain insanity. How can such a lack of proportion, of the ability to think straight, be called anything else?
You may think this an extreme case. To us it is not far-fetched, for this kind of thinking has been characteristic of every single one of us. We have sometimes reflected more than Jim did upon the consequences. But there was always the curious mental phenomenon that parallel with our sound reasoning there inevitably ran some insanely trivial excuse for taking the first drink. Our sound reasoning failed to hold us in check. The insane idea won out. Next day we would ask ourselves, in all earnestness and sincerity, how it could have happened.
-Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 36, 37
