Whiskey On My Breath

If you were to ask a room full of people to raise a hand if they had personally been affected by a loved one that has struggled with alcoholism or drug addiction, I’d be willing to bet that 8 out of 10 would raise their hand. Killer of families, destroyer of lives… drugs and alcohol are ruthless. I have a precious aunt that once told me to love the person, not the disease. Easier said than done.

On my way to work every morning, I listen to The Bobby Bones Show. This isn’t the first time I’ve blogged about a song that they featured, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Why, you might ask? Music runs through my veins. It is my heart and soul and it speaks to me in a way that I can’t describe to someone who isn’t wired this way.

Love and Theft is a country duo composed of Stephen Barker Liles and Eric Gunderson. Not necessarily a new song, but Whiskey on my Breath has taken off in the past couple of days and when I heard it this morning, I felt like it reached into my chest and ripped my heart out. I HAD to share it! There’s something very real about an alcoholic singing about meeting Jesus with whiskey on his breath; It just gets you. It’s honest.

And those old school church hymn harmonies that haunt the chorus… CHILLS.

I woke up with a pounding head
With a bottle laying in the bed
There was a little, a little bit left
So I picked it up and I killed the rest

Oh I know I’m going to heaven
But I can’t go with me like this
I need to pull myself together
Before then
No and I ain’t afraid of dying
But what scares me to death
Is meeting Jesus
With whiskey on my breath.



You Get What You de(SERVE)

I want to preface this with a very real statement:

Someone will be offended by this.

Not my intention in any way, but this could easily come off as judgmental. Believe me when I say that it is merely an observation I have made and there is no judgment here. More so, curiosity drives today’s writing.

Why do YOU serve?

Through serving we glorify God, build up the church body and reach out to others. When each of us does our part and uses our God-given gifts, we help to build up the local church and the larger Christian community (Eph. 4:12, Eph. 4:16).

Without sounding excessively critical, it has peaked my attention that more times than not, a certain “type” of person is serving/volunteering at church. This is in no way 100% of the time or something I have sought out, but I’ve just taken notice. I understand that it takes a serving nature to take on such responsibility, and that that very nature does not encompass all types of people. But, who wouldn’t want to be a blessing to others? Exactly! We ALL do!

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Hooker Boots

Christmas, a few years ago, my husband and I took our kids to Oklahoma City to stay the weekend with his mother. She was a member at Victory, a church I have heard many stories about, as my husband played music there in his youth. They spoke very highly of Victory, and I was excited to finally check it out.

As we pulled into the parking lot, we had to wait as a man and woman were crossing in front of us. My judgmental eyes went directly to her legs because she was rocking some black, leather, thigh-high boots with her miniskirt. She was heading into church… NOT walking the street, as her boots would lead me to believe. I know, right? Pick your jaws up off the table! I don’t think it took a full two seconds for me to blurt out a rude comment about her choice of outfit for Sunday service.

Now, let me just tell you that I am not normally this person… or am I? I mean, I didn’t even blink before that rolled off of my tongue. What does that say of my heart? Sadly, I was unaffected by the stone I had just cast until my husband spoke up and shut me down. He came to her defense and I have never forgotten that conversation. Here I sit, 5 years later, still reflecting on his words.

He simply said, “What if she’s a stripper and someone invited her to church and this was her very first day? What if she was scared to death to come today because of judgmental people like you? What if that outfit is her Sunday best? What if she is a very successful woman and she just happens to love those boots?”

Umm… brake check.

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A Missed Opportunity

I missed an opportunity last night… and it has bothered me for exactly 13 hours and 31 minutes……. and counting.

As a parent, is it not our job to build up and encourage our children? How many times are we faced with the agonizing task of actually telling them the truth or padding it to protect them? I have been a mother for just over 15 years now, and it has become more apparent in recent years that as my babies grow older, this “task” of brutal honesty vs. loving parent rears its ugly head more and more often. Yes, I know the politically correct responses are to “tell them the truth!” “don’t coddle them!” and I’m “doing more damage than good!”

There’s an old cliché saying that falls right in line here – easier said than done.

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