I danced with the devil, night after night with no fear of fight…

From morning until night, I was given to drunk. I could not stand to look at my then husband with unprotected eyes. He made me nauseated. I needed drunk to blur my eyes to blind me to his sneer. I was so very very alone. Was God even near? 

So I danced into the night with my bottle held in grip oh so tight. My bar was never closed, and for what ungodly hour be told, I never did know. We danced, we talked, laughed, sometimes romanced. I was alive on the flip side of reality. Lost in fantasy with each gulp. Yeah I gulped, I did not have time to sip. Sipping did not make my daydreaming real. I did not just flirt with alcohol, it was adulterated wreckless abadonement.

I was like Gollum with a michevieous smile, slithering around with a way to come about my tonic. Feverishly in need, for without it I felt no life.

All the while the chains that held me in captivity were getting ready to be broken. God was sending his armies, and a great battle was pending for my life. The plans were being drawn. The skies were lit up, and I was beginning to feel the pull.

The angels began to get suited up, and the dark side was not ready to give in. The devil had a ploy. He was already wreaking havoc on my family. Taking pleasure in their demise. The demolition had begun. They had had me for what was no short stint. They suited up as well relentless for my soul. The spiritual war was all in want for me.

The keys were jingling inside my jail cell door lock, the guard was coming for me. All the while they too were in want for me…whom had the stronger hold, and whom would beget the life I had known?

Psalm :

69 Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee.

Let not them that wait on thee, O LordGod of hosts, be ashamed for my sake: let not those that seek thee be confounded for my sake, O God of Israel.

Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; shame hath covered my face.

I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother’s children.

For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me.

10 When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.

11 I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.

12 They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.

13 But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.

14 Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

15 Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

16 Hear me, O Lord; for thy lovingkindness is good: turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies.

17 And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

18 Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me because of mine enemies.

19 Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: mine adversaries are all before thee.

20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

21 They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

22 Let their table become a snare before them: and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.

23 Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not; and make their loins continually to shake.

24 Pour out thine indignation upon them, and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them.

25 Let their habitation be desolate; and let none dwell in their tents.

26 For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

27 Add iniquity unto their iniquity: and let them not come into thy righteousness.

28 Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.

29 But I am poor and sorrowful: let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.

30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

31 This also shall please the Lord better than an ox or bullock that hath horns and hoofs.

32 The humble shall see this, and be glad: and your heart shall live that seek God.

33 For the Lord heareth the poor, and despiseth not his prisoners.

34 Let the heaven and earth praise him, the seas, and every thing that moveth therein.

35 For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Judah: that they may dwell there, and have it in possession.

36 The seed also of his servants shall inherit it: and they that love his name shall dwell therein.

 

Before the earth shakes, the sky trembled, and the sun and moon are darknend, and the stars no longer shine. The Lord thunders at the head of his army; his forces are beyond number, and mighty are those on command. The day of the Lord is great; it is dreadful who can edure it. “Even now”, declares the Lord, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and wéeping, and mourning.” Joel 10-12

 

 

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Lisa Ralph, Cries from an unkempt garden

I write to tell my story of how I overcame self affliction, and great despair in this life. For I write to share the death to self that took place. That I may Glorify God in all I do. May my writings be a refelction of freedom, for I am no longer in captivity of self. May they be warm, and inviting. For I write because God has given me words that drip from my mouth to be seen.

3 thoughts on “I danced with the devil, night after night with no fear of fight…”

  1. Great Lisa! Glory to God what a testimony and if you’re readers could meet you they would see the light of Jesus but for now they see it in you’re writing!

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