The other night while I was at the Zac Brown concert I had an epiphany…
I use to worship beer.
I like beer, don't get me wrong. I genuinely like the taste of it. I just can't believe I use to worship it. I know you are thinking I'm crazy but I think a lot of people worship beer they're just in denial. Think about it. You get through your whole week by the thought of the weekend and how much alcohol you are going to intake to relieve the stress of the week. I think many people like my old self tell themselves because they only drink on the weekend that alcohol is not an issue in their life. At one point in my life I probably thought more of a person if they did drink. Like, Oh.. you drink? You must be cool. Wow.
I don't look down on over indulgers. I still struggle with over indulgence. Like cookies. Yeah, that's my weakness. And my thighs are starting to show it. Listening to gossip and curiosity.. It's a battle.. and I seek God every day to get through it. Everyone has a battle. I'm just simply writing this because it is a realization of what my past looks like from where I stand now.
You can't tell me that you haven't woke up looking like this before if you are a weekly/weekend alcohol indulger.
I just remember how being just a weekend drinker affected my life. I would come into work slow and grumpy. Usually wake up with a pounding headache, or got a little too tipsy and said or did something that would leave me feeling guilty all day. Then, sometimes I would slip up and have too much and forget pieces of the night. Yep, that was me. It's crazy that I would do that to my body just for a "good time." Such a good time from what I could remember, right?
There is this rumor going around that you can't have fun unless you're drinking alcohol. If that's you I feel bad for you because I know how it feels. Like I was, You are worshiping an alcoholic beverage. Don't let your life revolve around catching a break so you can drink too much.
I'm just glad my heavenly Father led me to these couple of questions.
How about taking a walk by the lake?
How about going bowling with your family?
What if you signed yourself up for a 5k run?
What if you found new hobbies?
What if you read your Bible?
What if you joined a life group?
What if you found some good influences for your life?
Did you know your body is your temple?
At the Zac Brown concert, any time the band would mention beer you could see the crowd raise their beer in the air as if it were sacred. Like their beer was Simba…like their beer were to be a king. Over and over again.
And I can see myself doing that at one point in my life.
But I'm glad God intervened and showed me what I've been missing out on. I raise my hands to Jesus now. Forever and always I will worship His name. My Deliverer, My Comforter.
I dropped what was controlling me.
And it allowed me to have fun with the beauty of life.
And it allowed me to find true happiness.
I don't always do what's right. I still make mistakes. Obviously, that's part of life. But now I look forward to grace, love, acknowledging His presence. Not the presence of a liquid. A liquid that could ruin your life. But a heavenly Father who loves you unconditionally and can be acknowledged by the little things in life. You know.
your Bible,
your family,
your Bible,
the lines in your thumb,
a game of twister,
the sky,
your journal,
your book,
your drive across town,
fishing with your dad,
shopping with your mom.
And always beware of the "I'm only a weekend drinker" excuse.
Enjoy life. Enjoy the little things.
If you can't have a couple don't drink any.
And find something better to do that brings out the best in you. Like love Jesus.
Love,
an old weekend indulger
