Homeless Shelter and The Obsession of the Mind

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During my alcoholic tornado my family and friends had decided they were through enabling me.  I ended up at the Nashville Rescue Mission.  I was suppose to stay 30 days in the shelter and then I could transfer over to The Hope Center which was a program for women with Drug and Alcohol Problems and entailed Bible based studies for 6 months.  I had been at the shelter about 2 weeks, when standing out in the back courtyard, I had an idea.   At this sick part of my life, I was obsessed with alcohol and how to get it about 90% of the time.  I was not allowed to leave the shelter, or I would be kicked out of the program.  So here I am standing in the courtyard and suddenly the thought comes to my mind that I could probably slip away real easily, run and find a liquor store, and be back before anyone missed me.  So I begin to work my way to the back of the property all nonchalant like and slip away.  Once off the property I look for the nearest busy street, and bolt down it looking for alcohol.  Since they are plentiful in many areas of major cities, I was in luck.  I picked up 2 bottles of vodka, and headed back to the shelter, pausing here and there to take a sip.  Once at the shelter, I put both bottles inside the waist band of my shorts, and held onto them with my both wrists, all the time looking very normal……I was stopped immediately and asked where I had been.  “Who me, uuuugh just around the corner, I was petting a puppy.”  The lady in charge was not buying it.  OK, well I couldn’t find you anywhere so I need you to take a urine test. “OK sure.”   Inside she follows me to the bathroom, and then she does what I never dreamed she would do, she follows me inside. “What no privacy”?  I guess not.  So I try my hardest to slip those shorts down and still hold the bottles with my wrists….Glass bottles crashed to the floor.  I immediately pick one up and start gulping it.  I said I was sick.  I really was.   The thought of not having that alcohol was just too much.  The women had to wrestle it from my begging, pleading, crying miserable self.  They let me stay that night in the chapel, I slept on a church pew…..

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5 thoughts on “Homeless Shelter and The Obsession of the Mind

  1. Gene Reasoner August 24, 2012 / 8:41 pm

    Wow Lori! I had no idea. Did this happen after you and Todd married? Regardless, I’m glad it’s all in the past and you are free. God is good! Be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might!
    Gene Reasoner
    By the way thanks for following my blog. I’m following you now.
    Thanks for sharing your testimony.

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    • flyingsober August 24, 2012 / 11:17 pm

      Thank you Gene. This was 7yrs ago. I put Todd through a lot to say the least. I have been sober a little over 6 years. God continues to work in my life, and I know that he uses all of my experiences for good, if I let him. Today God is everything me! Todd and Cole are doing good. Todd is such a good father and he was always there when I wasn’t. I’m so grateful for him. Thank you for reading, I continue to be blessed by your blog as well.

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  2. Tracy August 25, 2012 / 1:41 pm

    Wow Lori! Have I really known you since you were 19?? I always remember your beautiful, sweet spirit full of promise and showing love to everyone you met! Thank you for sharing your heart…God is glorfied in your suffering and your beautiful life! You shine, sweet sister! Praying for your health and your ministry!

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    • flyingsober August 25, 2012 / 5:51 pm

      Tracy thank you for your sweet words. I am so blessed reading about you and your family. God is good, isnt he? Love ya

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