My Independence Day

On July 4th, 2017, I had my last drink, my Independence Day! I wish I could say that I haven't had other chunks of time when I swore I had my Last Drink, but I can't. I would have 4 1/2 years and then Drink, over and over again. This was partially due to the undiagnosed bipolar thing, but also due to the lack of balance in my relationship with God.

Due to complex trauma from before I could speak, I had a brick wall built up against the Male Figure of God. But my Creator is Creative, and found a way to sneak into my heart, through Mary. Here was a divine source of Love, Compassion, Patience, Protection, and Peace. A relatable visual form of God that I could accept.

Although Mary has guided me all these years, my true deep hunger to know Jesus is New. In the Humbling, I have healed the Trauma that scared me away from the Divine Masculine. Halleluhjia!

Piecing back together my Sacred Self has allowed me to dive into a new relationship with my Creator as a whole being who is alive and active in my life with every breath.

Breath by Breath.

Bead by Bead.

I heal in the Sacred Divine Union, the intimate relationship with my Blessed Father AND Mother.

God reached me where I was, and provided a way for me to find my way back to Him. Through Him, With Him, and In Him I have found Sobriety that will last. Amen.

So. Much. Love.

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