What a difference 9 months can make.
In 9 months, a woman can conceive and give birth to a healthy baby; the world can go from a trusting and welcoming country to one living in fear and prejudices; a person can go from being the most idolized television star to being the country’s biggest joke.
In looking at the big picture, 9 months is a bleep on the radar of life for most. But in my life, the past 9 months has been the most life transforming period in my 35 years.
9 months ago today, and every day since, I allowed God to take control of my life. That is, not just allowing God to be along for the ride, but actually allowing Him into the driver’s seat and instructing me.
From a life lived heavily in alcohol, laced with drugs, men, dishonesty, bitterness and regret has emerged a life of confidence, security, integrity and fulfillment. My posture has even been transformed. A transformation made possible only by God’s hand.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” ~2 Corinthians 5:17
That verse makes it sound so easy, doesn’t it?
Simple, yes. But not always easy. The tendencies for me to want to turn to men, drugs and alcohol still exist. That was my natural response for so long that when the going gets tough, I still feel drawn into my old comfort zones of discontent and dysfunction.
But I know God is shaping me for a bigger purpose.
“And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” ~Philippians 1:6
It says that he “…will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” – hummm…at the day of Jesus Christ. I think that’s telling me that since God started this transformation process, I can expect this process not to end until the day I die…so the work done within me, the incredible transformation already done within me in the past 9 months, perhaps that is nothing in comparison to what He is going to do in me. And my human mind can’t even fathom that.
There was a day when these behaviors I lived weren’t an issue for me. Not drinking for 9 months while I was pregnant with my children was nothing that would stir up emotion and anxiety. It really didn’t matter. But that was before I was broken. Before I had any real problems in my life.
But when kids and marriage entered the picture, real problems happened and when I didn’t know how to handle them, I stuffed them into a bottle. I drank them away…at least temporarily.
Today I have been renewed by the transforming of my mind.
Today I give thanks and glory to God for every single day of the past nine months. Thankful for each day I have been sober and filled with the Holy Spirit. Even the most difficult day in these 9 months has been better than the hardest day walking without God.
Many things can change in 9 months…for the first time in as many years, I mostly like who I am today. I can’t wait to see what further transformation God will bring in the next 9 months, one day at a time.