My Story: By Melissa Smith

The Truth

I started drinking at the age of 3

I don't have a reason they gave it to me

I guess I must have cried a lot and they didn't know what to do

So my dad gave me cups of brew

I can go back further sliding down the stairs

Holding an 8 ounce beer

That was so cold it caused me to tear

Even further back I remembered the taste of Clan Macgregor and milk

Sitting on my fathers lap

I had no physical abuse

But my parents made alcohol my juice

Drinking was normal to me

Even at the age of 3

As I got older that's who I became to be

A drinker that was me

That's who I thought I was but that's not really me

Who Jesus told me to be

I heard him once at 23

But I didn't know he was talking to me

There has been so many times that he cried for me

I couldn't tell because I didn't know he loved me

Now that my life has changed I'm learning the feel of living for Jesus

Now I feel close to completeness

I think of him first in everything I do

Whether in thought or in action

He's become my passion

I love and miss my parents at the age of 39

I wish I knew them better

But in this earthly realm we don't live forever

I wish my parents prepared me for all the hurt and despair

They didn't know, we were all human so it's not like they didn't care

I know they loved me even more if they could be here today

They would be proud of my changing and the way of thinking

I know the LORD has plans for me

To prosper me to give me hope and a future

Jesus I believe in and his word and promises are truth

Just by holding on day to day I see proof