“And they were calling to one another: “Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.”
The Bible never says God is Love, Love, Love – or Mercy, Mercy, Mercy – or Just, Just, Just.
But he is Holy Holy Holy
He has never had an unkind thought of us.
I became overly casual with God.
I forgot his wrath, his Justice his Holiness and his Sovereignty and I suffered a great fall
And yet in his Mercy, written in this very fall, was my redemption because I have not drank again.
I remember the day I said: “Please. Just help me.”
And my tears overflow today for my sobriety.
Inadequate for the long periods of concentration I was once able to rely on, unsteady in the light that seems grayer than the sparkling, glittering highs on Vodka and Rum – all lies – all ruin.
My heavenly father has reached in and plucked me by the tuft on my head, and set me free.
Five hundred and fifty-five days.