Battling Addiction by Clinging to God’s Word: Thirsting for More Than Whiskey
Updated: Feb 22
By Sally Cardenas
Brave Women Series - Sally's Story
I was at my favorite little bar on the coast near Rome, holding my keys, thinking I could still drive home.
“Bella, another round?” Luca, the waiter, knew me all too well. Most Fridays, I’d stop by to catch the sunset. If I didn’t show, he’d assume I was traveling for the UN, and we’d catch up on politics later.
“Sally, what are you doing here? If I were American, I would never come back here.”
“I love Rome. I love the beach. I love the beauty of it all. My life is here.”
“Quest’è la bottiglia di Sally,” he said, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels. “No one else drinks this stuff. How do you do it?” He looked disgusted.
“I’m Texas tough,” I said, unwinding from a long week at the office. I sat admiring the waves, the sunset embraced my tired soul. I was restless, thirsty for more, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was or what it would be like to live in complete surrender to a God who still seemed so distant. Doubts surfaced about His love and care for my life, and despair compelled me to drink deeply.