I used to drink before I gave my life to Jesus. Like a lot. One night I got real looped on wine and fell down a rabbit hole on Amazon. A few clicks and a BUY NOW later, my booze-soaked brain had organized all the “essentials” for my upcoming trip to Philadelphia.

Fast forward to Amazon delivery day. What a glorious unboxing it was when I pulled out a neon taser named Purple Death. The Pinot Noir had convinced me this was top-tier protection for solo travel. My husband, however, thought it was a fantastic way to score first place on the No Fly list if I took it through airport security. Long story short, my head was pounding, it was a hassle to return, and I never even got to electrocute anything. 

I make way better decisions with Jesus than I ever did drunk.

Moral of the Story: Just stick with Him.