She didn’t answer. As I came up to the shed’s doors, I grabbed the handles and opened them with absolute confidence in my decision. Taking the first bottle of whiskey out of the case, I shook my head as I tossed it between my hands. “This ends today.” Removing the cap, I went over to the field and emptied the container out. Once done, I headed back for another. As I was pouring out bottle after bottle, I felt a little unease begin to creep in as I saw the bottle count dwindle. Strengthen me. My prayers didn’t feel awkward at all, even though it had been a while. Similar to talking to an old friend I hadn’t seen in years, my prayers felt natural and a continuation of where God and I left off. While I still had a lot of issues to work through with my relationship with Him, I knew I was heading in the right direction for the first time in a long time. It befuddled me that a mere conversation with Paul, in the middle of Bear Lake, with someone whom I used to dislike, could have such an impact on my life.
