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Friday, September 14, 2007

It’s a crazy world we live in, isn’t it? I am a 40 year old mother but I’m raising a grand child as well. Married to the pastor of a local church who also has a day job, I stay at home. I rear the children, do part time secretarial work at our church and make my very best attempt to write – something, anything every day.

Finally it is quiet again during my days; fairly quiet anyway. Having just come off a six month stint of foster parenting my newest grandson, spending the summer entertaining him and my eight year old son and five year old grand daughter, I have finally gotten them settled into school and the youngest with momma. I now have a little more time to think.

The trouble is that there are so many things to think about. If you followed my brain waves you could only do so by moving from place to place at the speed of light. That is if you intended to keep up with them. Don’t understand? I’m not surprised. But that is exactly what I mean!

Just a little while ago, I was looking in the cabinets to plan this week’s grocery list. While I was looking over the meager supply I was mentally and emotionally preoccupied with my grown daughters. (Which, if you have grown children, you understand why we are financially stable enough for me to be an at-home mom yet our cabinets hold a meager supply.)

Both of my girls have families. Yet, both are financially unable to care for those families. A lack of work ethic, not enough birth control and drug addiction all play a part in their delicate situations. Yes, I said drug addiction. You won’t find me as one of those parents attempting to cover up the reality in my family. The only thing more embarrassing than addiction taking control of a child is an enabling parent trying to cover it up. (Thus far I believe the better part of my family to be in a partial denial – so if you see them – don’t mention this. . .)
No seriously. As I was checking my cabinets and thinking about what to make for dinner, I was also thinking about drug addiction and enabling. At the same time I was wondering what kind of casserole I could top off with the small pieces left in the chip bag I was asking myself how many more times am I going to help my grown child out with food, bills, etc. before I come to the end of myself. Am I an enabler?

Is that not the craziest thing?! Well, that is what led me here. To find both answers I sat down in front of this skinny flat book like thing on my desk that connects me to the outside world. Truthfully, I can find the answer to my recipe question with relative ease and as for general information regarding my enabling personality and activities? That type of information is easily found on the World Wide Web. As for whether or not I am an enabler – we probably both know the answer to that as well, but I’m working on that and in the mean time, I want to take a minute to say to those of you who have similar or even worse situations . . . We can find general information here, on the computer, support from friends or colleagues, or even other family members, but let’s remember not to leave God out of the equation.

Though alternatives to the 12 Step Program are being offered in order to leave God OUT of it – I still believe HE is where we must begin - whether we are the addicted or we are addicted to the addicted, God and His principle for our lives are the answer.

Be encouraged in the Lord! There is hope and help for my baby and yours! I will be praying for you . . . please pray for us! God Bless!

2 Samuel 22:7
In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried to my God: and He did hear my voice out of His temple, and my cry did enter into His ears.