Jealousy almost killed me
I was born in 1952 to alcoholic parents whom I hardly knew. I am the last of a family of seven children. I spent my childhood in foster homes and various homes for teenagers (DASS).
At the age of 15, I found myself on a farm in Ornex where every morning I had to get up at 5:00, to take care of the cattle, and to finish my day at 19:00. At 20, I did my military service, then I knew the Lord and converted in that period. At the end of my service, I got married in Switzerland in 1974.
We were walking my wife and I with the Lord, everything was fine until the birth of our first child was born on June 19, 1979. I then started to desert the house, because jealousy took it little by little. Buddies first, and then alcohol gradually became my life. By cons, that of my wife has become a hell. She believed strongly in the Lord and her faith supported her throughout this ordeal that would last several years.
For me, it was no longer about church, Jesus, God. I drank from morning to evening and from evening to morning.
I had a license withdrawal, experienced unemployment, not to mention accumulated debts. I no longer paid my taxes because I kept the money to drink. One New Year's Eve, in the church I had returned to, God clearly spoke to me and said to me, "I destroy your transgressions like a cloud, and your sins like a cloud; I forgave you ". Isaiah 44:22.
After a long time, I returned to the Lord, we had our second child on April 12, 1990, eleven years after the first and then the process started again, but even deeper, more devious. To tell you that my two children knew me only in this state of alcoholic. Alcohol has become my friend again, with his card games, his nocturnal outings, drinking again and again.
My wife, meanwhile, was praying and asking God to stop. God answered her. One night, while I was taking my bike to get back from a petanque tournament, completely drunk, what was to happen happened: having fallen asleep, I hit a car that was coming in front of me. Result: 2.35 per thousand alcohol in the blood, one knee in a sorry state, ruptures of internal ligaments, external cross, to the point that the doctor, when he saw my knee did not know if he had to cut my leg or try to repair it. Thanks to the Lord, he chose the second solution. I'll give you the details, such as a long stay in the hospital, painful sessions of re-education, again deletion of permits, etc.
But God intervened and everything was perfectly repaired, by his power and his grace. I came back to the Lord, but it was not easy. I had to apologize to my wife, my children, the Lord. We found a new church, in which we are still now. My son forgave me, today he is doing research in biology. Our daughter also forgave me. She started training with people with intellectual disabilities. This tells you that the Lord can transform hardened hearts and restore destroyed families when we turn to Him by trusting Him.