She has a disease

She came to me for help. 
I brought her into my home. She was at her lowest. Rock bottom. 


So I shared the Gospel with her. 


I didn't expect her to be responsive. 
She wasn't. 


So I shared AA with her. 


I didn't expect her to be responsive. She wasn't. 


I never expected her to gamble away everything we provided for her in an instant, but she did. I didn't expect her to put her kids at risk, but she did. 


And surprisingly? I wasn't mad (Well, maybe a little...ok, I was). 


But mostly, I was so sad for her. 


My heart was broken for her, and her kids. I know she has a drinking problem. I know her drinking problem is blinding her from seeing what she needs to do as a mother. Her desire to go out and drink was stronger than doing her motherly job that night. 


This disease is cunning, baffling and powerful, and it has a hold of her. 


With the events that unfolded, we could no longer allow her to stay with us. 


So, I sent her an email in more detail about the disease, AA and how alcoholism is controlling her life. ABOUT HOW I UNDERSTAND. I can only hope that she will read it, and reread it, and maybe it will sink in. Because so far it hasn't, and that breaks my heart. 


Would you mind praying for her?