I’m sad and burdened for the hopelessness of that lost and hurting soul, knowing that even today others are trapped in the same shackles.
But the tears are flowing even more out of a deep sense of peace, joy and gratitude for the freedom and grace I’ve found in the journey.
I pray for the still suffering addict or alcoholic that they will find the inner strength to reach out for help. Hope is not lost; there is freedom and life.
Miracles do happen.
Hold on….
The Magical Storybook of Professor Peacock 