Smashing Bottles

Daily Prompt: Michelangelo’s YOU
(Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing, or event from the last month of your life into the glistening marble of immortality. What’s the statue and what makes it so significant?)

I guess if there is one significant event from the last month that I would have immortalised in sculpture, it would have to be the events recounted in my post Verses In A Bottle, it’s not just a significant moment from this last month, but a significant moment from my journey which started back in March last year, joining a long list of events that I believe has seen me grow, from a guy who had lost control of his life in a world of alcohol addiction, to someone fighting hard to get his life back and day by day gradually getting there.

Starting with the evening at Connect Group the night before, where a simple bottle of fruit juice had me freaked out.  It’s hard to explain exactly why, unless you’ve been in my shoes, but this bottle looked almost exactly like the wine bottles which brought me to my knees in desperation. I know there was no wine or alcohol in view and that my friends wouldn’t have brought in anything like that without consulting me first, it was after all just fruit juice, but the design of the bottle, the label and even the colour, resembled my drink of choice, the one that brought out the worst in me, the one drink I craved when everything around me was going wrong, the one I would find myself scratching at my arms and pacing the house mumbling to myself until I satisfied the urge. Even though I hadn’t tasted any wine or brought any into the house since the day before I met with Gareth, this bottle seemed to be calling out to me. I just wanted to remove it from view, but the idea of that sounded so stupid in my head, I just tried to get on with the evening, granted in an extremely distracted way, I have spoken about this with the others at the group and they fully understand my reaction, even though they didn’t actually realise what was going on and how it should affect me like that, but to be honest I guess I really knew they would be okay with it, but at the time I couldn’t get my head straight and it just didn’t seem to be a very logical reaction.

But this actually wasn’t the first time a bottle of juice like this had brought back bad memories of my addiction. Back in November last year I purchased two bottles of juice, two exactly like this one, they were innocent enough, just fruit juice nothing else, but when I got them home and to my door, the two bottles banged together in the bottle of the bag, okay glass bottles do that kind of thing, but when your past has seen you sneak your alcohol into the house, in a vain attempt to hide how much and what you were drinking, when a noise like this put you on the defensive and had you rushing to get into the house quietly to hide the bottles as quickly as possible, well that’s what happened, I went into a panic, rushed into the house and found myself hiding the two bottles of fruit juice down the side of the settee, just like the old me who sought to hide his wine!

So this bottle invoked bad memories of the worst of me, it sat there haunting me. So the next morning inspired by a tweet from Lynwen, I decided to do something proactive.

Knowing there were still empty wine bottles in my cellar, I ventured down there and fetched them from amongst all the other forgotten rubbish, I then picked out 12 bibles verses about addiction, carefully wrote each one of them out and put one in each bottle, then took the bottles into town for recycling.

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Over the last couple of weeks since that day, I have revisited my post about that event on numerous occasions, specifically to read the twelve verses, I read them all, but I do have a favourite:

“But those who wait for the Lord’s help find renewed strength; they rise up as if they had eagles’ wings, they run without growing weary, they walk without getting tired.”
(Isaiah 40:31)

So my personal sculptor, what would I want him to create, simply a sculpture of shards of smashed bottles, with each piece of glass, big or small, etched or embossed with one of those twelve verses.

So when look at another bottle of wine or anything that resembles one, I can visualise it as a piece of smashed glass with a bible verse written upon it, then I be comfortable knowing I have victory over it, by the freedom I have in Christ.

I have heard a sound coming on the wind
Changing hearts and mind, healing brokenness
I feel a generation breaking through despair
I hear a generation full of faith, declare

And our song it will be 
Out of the darkness we will rise and sing

He is faithful, He is glorious
He is Jesus, all my hope is in Him
He is freedom, He is healing right now
He is hope and joy, love and peace and life

I have seen a light like the break of dawn
Giving blind men sight and letting lame men walk
I see a generation with resurrection life
We are a generation filled with the power of Christ

He has paid the highest price
He has proven His great love for us
We will praise Him with our lives
And proclaim our love for Him

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