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I grew up in a village where the mother's club would chase kids home after curfew...we attended sunday school regularly. We live in the cold north village of Barrow Alaska. I was raised by parents who did not drink...who are god fearing christians...who nurtured us and made sure we were dressed warm and had food to eat. Times were hard ....we survived without money for years....Living a subsistence lifestyle to feed our family. In the early 60's when the Navy came to our village is when jobs were given to some locals and my father was one of them. He worked as a sheetmetal worker and my mother stayed home and took care of us. Along came the navy with that more Caucasian folks were coming to our village in a few years there was a liquor store..(although i was only 15) this affected everyone in the village (including us experimenters) my cousin Teresa would always threaten to tell on her older sister Dorothy who was not yet of age to drink about her drinking to there parents so she would give her marijuana..(that's when it all started) we would stand behind the theater and smoke...after about a yr it started to be wine...the whole village was real sick by now. (My parents never did drink) I spiraled out of control after high school...used every drug....every alcohol available to be popular. (hahaha) One night as i was going home from a party carrying my son on my back and riding a snowmachine (i had blacked out) nearly dropping him out of my back...I took him to my mother and when i finally woke up the next day (my son was not there) i went to see my mother and she told me i had nearly dropped him out ofmy back as i was riding a snowmachine that is when i hit rock bottom..Psalm 40..(I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord. Praise god...I am forty and am claiming restoration for my organs and brain cells which i have killed using and abusing. I have a teenage son who i gave up to my father...from age 2-9...and yrs later after i sobered up he came home to me.....now i have my own home and my son lives with me..i adopted a baby girl (who is a Babies having Babies gift)..and i just recently found out my son has experimented with drinking. I have yet to hear an answer from the lord about the talk i should have with my son. i have been praying to say words that will help and not hurt..i want my flesh to die so i can glorify Jesus ...and help my son. before he too spirals out of control......he is a good kid.....my father did a good job....I have always been told from his teachers that he is always polite and one of the nicest kids in his grade.....I love my son who i have been raising by myself for sometime now and am desperate that he will not follow my footsteps....Proverbs 22:6.Train children in the right way, and when old, they will not stray....I am a born again Christian and have had all the generational curses removed from me..and my sins have been forgiven...Now I stand before God and intercede for my son....Lord let me use my life experience to show him that the devil is a liar and he is not worth following. Lord Jesus let all who have been through this email me write me....single parenting is hard..I love my son ....i bind and cast out the old serpent the liar he has already taken the grip he has on my son's life i bleed the blood of the lamb over my house i jesus mighty name. Amen my email address is eakpik@co.north-slope.ak.us Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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