Hooked

It kept me on a special kind of high; On a frenzy. I felt nothing and the world seemed to have slowed down a little bit. Everything to my pace.

It felt good. All my pains disappeared and for once I could rest. Peace and tranquility at last!

They injected me with pethidine, oxycodone and morphine every six hours. I didn’t just want it, I needed it. The pain was excruciating.

At least I could sleep afterwards, have a decent conversation, eat and even stay focused. Any slight pinch of pain made me want a little bit of my pain reliever. Was I getting hooked? I wondered.

I’m home now and can’t get my “drugs.” I’m in pain from time and again and my pain relievers ain’t that effective. I crave for the other stuff…

Pain, physical or even emotional is bad.

I think sin is like pain. It’s uncomfortable and unhealthy. It’s like a disease that eats you up. It messes us up, leaving us with a hefty burden and God is our only pain reliever. 

A little bit of Him gives us the high, takes the pain and load off our shoulders; giving us the unending thirst for Him. I plead with you; Oh Taste and see that The Lord is good. 😇

#TheJourneyContinues👨🏾‍🦽