Watching Rock Climbers work their magic, hundreds of feet in the air clinging to sheer cliffs and unforgiving rocks, makes my heart race and my spirit soar. How can they perform such majestic feats of confidence and physical strength. Where do they get their faith? What are they thinking about when they are suspended upside down, hundreds of feet from firm ground? I wonder if they have any fear or if they are able to block out all fear in order to focus on the task at hand. Do their minds ever wander or do other distractions or worries put them in danger.
I have experienced a few things in my life that have made me feel like the rock climber. When my wife and I got married in 2002. I felt like I was embarking on a grand journey to the unknown. I had great confidence, some strength and a good amount of faith. I have never felt the joy I did on Rochelle’s and my wedding day. I had so much fun that I asked Rochelle if she wanted to get married all over again the next weekend.
When my parents died I had some fear, confusion and loneliness. Who would I confide in, and who would give me love and guidance? Who would be proud of my future accomplishments? I felt sad that they would never see my grandchildren. At the end of my devastating 28 year battle with chemical dependency, I was facing a crossroads. I could die or I could have the courage to go through the pain of recovery. I chose recovery because I still wanted to live, and most powerfully, my mother’s words echoed back to me over the years: “Bob, some day you will recover!” I had the courage and some strength, but I was sorely lacking in confidence and faith. It was my mother’s faith that turned me back to God.
I had been living outside on the streets of Denver, Colorado for one year and I could feel death breathing down the back of my neck every day when I woke up, and every night when I went to sleep. Death was inviting me to die. At the end of my journey of addiction, I cried out to Jesus to save me from the hell I had endured for 28 years. I said a very powerful, but simple prayer. In utter desperation, and burdened with an all-consuming fear, a shattered spirit and a tortured body, with tears streaming down my face, I said, “JESUS PLEASE HELP ME!”
This was my final surrender and Jesus changed my life forever. My life has been restored. I am coming back to who God wants me to be. I have an interest in helping other addicts to achieve sobriety. I am now understanding how my experience of addiction can help to save the lives of others. God is doing for me, what I could not do for myself. See Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous page 84…. “the promises”.
So today, I do have confidence, faith and strength, thanks to Jesus and the love of my mother.
I was encouraged by Jesus to write and publish my book, “Saved By The Prince Of Peace—Dungeon To Sky.” The purpose of this book is to give hope, encouragement, faith and love to the addict who might think that he or she cannot recover. My book covers my 28 year battle with addiction, my final surrender and my recovery.
Here are the links to my website and my Facebook page:
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/dungeontosky
On the website, I have written over 100 blogs about addiction and recovery. The book can be purchased on my website, through Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and Kindle.
Check out my book, it is helping to save lives!
Peace, Love and Blessings to you!