CHEAT THE DEVIL

When I was young, I had no understanding of the words fate or destiny and it seemed to me that truth was just the winds of chance blowing me about like a Texas tumbleweed; like water, I always moved to the places of least resistance until my life puddled on the floors of hell at the devil’s feet.

Today, I can not express how grateful I am that God is in charge and lifted me from that pit and has given me the last thirty-one years of sobriety to savor my love, gratitude, and thanks for Him and His mercy. Praise be to God.

Jack