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A Mercedes and a Hummer and a world focused on things wove a dangerous covering for the early years of her marriage.
Living life in Hollywood’s fast lane, or at least in its shadow, wove her past.
Hopping to “B” list parties and staying up until the sun’s first beam was the norm. Yet she was only a teen while part of that scene.
She searched for a savior like searching for gold. But her search concluded with empty hands; her cup wasn’t filled, but left empty by the impact of drugs and alcohol. After years of drinking in the ugly lies of drugs, her empty cup landed at Narcotics Anonymous.
It was there that she met Greg.
They say you should never marry another addict.
I guess I can see why.
If one is weak, drinking just one more sip from the cup of lies drugs and alcohol brew, the cup of stability can be broken, spilling an entire family back onto the floor of darkness.
After all, Greg had a past, a tween and teenage past, that was colorful in the hardest way. Abuse of all varieties handcuffed his mind and hands as it worked diligently to steal his future. As a result, the sterile walls and pleading cries of a mental hospital became his home for many years. There were no football games at which to cheer, no school field trips bringing delight and vivid memories for the piggy bank of a good life, no family dinners where eyes connect, praise is given, and teens are built. No, there was none of that. His testimony, well worth the watch, is here.
Can you imagine?
They say you should never marry another addict. But when he + she + Jesus arise, the marriage can become a beautiful testimony.
And so it is with Jen and Greg.
To be continued on Part Two….