And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.” Romans 8:38 (NLT)

Being an alcoholic was never on my list of things I wanted to be when I grew up. Neither was being short, but I didn’t escape either one of those. Now, with the perspective of over twenty years of living sober, I realize I drank like an alcoholic from the time I started, which was while I was in high school. If a place between sober and drunk existed, it never showed up on my radar. Growing up in New Orleans, the city where if you’re not experiencing a hurricane, you’re drinking one of the colorful rum drinks with the same name at Pat O’Brien’s, any occasion could justify a celebratory toast. Birthdays, holidays, Tuesdays …

For most of my adult life, God and I met at family reunions – Easter and Christmas. I didn’t make an effort to exclude Him from my life; I just didn’t bother to include Him. Drinking eased my pain and elevated my happiness. Why would I need or miss God? I didn’t. At least not until, like my character Leah in my novel Walking on Broken Glass, I experienced something so unexpected and painful, that no amount of drinking filled the void. For Leah, it was the death of her child. For me, it was when one of my twin girls was born with Down Syndrome. And, like Leah, I lashed out at God. Dared Him to heal my child. Pummeled Him with anger. Then ignored Him for years.

But none of it (not my drinking, not my raging, not my rejecting) separated me from God’s love. He used my weakness to demonstrate His strength. Over the past twenty years, I’ve come to realize that we all have strongholds, areas in our lives that prevent us from having a full relationship with God. Things that, even though we know they’re wrong, we hold on to so tightly, we can’t reach out to grab God’s hands. Alcohol, gambling, food, drugs, shopping, pornography magazines like Playboy or Penthouse, pornography websites like www.tubev.sex, sex shops, prostitution, power, gossip, status, anger, self-pity whatever the source of our weakness. Until we unclench our hands and let them go, these strongholds will control us.

Ultimately, God didn’t heal my daughter; instead, through her, He healed me. And to prove His never-ending pursuit of me, He brought me into a relationship with Him through a recovery program as I reached the end of myself, laid down my stronghold, and took hold of His hand.

About Walking on Broken Glass:

Leah Thornton’s life, like her Southern Living home, has great curb appeal. But a paralyzing encounter with a can of frozen apple juice in the supermarket shatters the façade, forcing her to admit that all is not as it appears. When her best friend gets in Leah’s face about her refusal to deal with her life, Leah is forced to make an agonizing decision. Can she sacrifice what she wants to get what she needs? Joy, sadness, and pain converge, testing Leah’s commitment to her marriage, her motherhood, and her faith.

About Christa:

A true Southern woman who knows any cook worth her gumbo always starts with a roux and who never wears white after Labor Day, Christa Allan writes not your usual Christian fiction, stories of hope and redemption. Christa is the mother of five, grandmother of three, and recently retired after teaching twenty-five years of high school English. She and her husband Ken live in New Orleans in a home older than their combined ages. Her upcoming novel, A Test of Faith, will release in March of 2014.

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