I recently went to Coney Island for lunch and saw these three t-shirts they are selling banging on their wall.
if I were to buy one, I would buy the one that says, A Tulsa tradition or addiction? #traddiction
How about you?
I love coneys! For me, they’re more of a tradition. A definite Tulsa tradition. Am I addicted to them? Not so much.
But how many times do we have habits in our lives, that may not be good for us, that we continue to do, too often, at the cost of losing other things? Yet we don’t call them as we see them, an addiction.
I recently read on Facebook that one of my fellow high schoolmates was critically injured from her husband due to his addiction. That breaks my heart!
If you are in a relationship where someone is hurting you, get out! Get help! Don’t make it a tradition, something passed on from generation to generation. Call it as it is, an addiction.
If you want a tradition, give me a call, and we’ll go eat Coney’s! We’ll make our own tradition.
Addiction needs help, and until the one addicted is ready to help themself, you can do nothing to help them but pray. Today I pray for all those in bondage with an addiction, that they would find release. Christ can break that bondage if you’ll only ask. Don’t wait until it’s too late. She was lucky. Intensive care beats the alternative. We only have one life to live. Let’s live it healthily.
Except of course for those occasional #traddiction runs to Coney Island. 🌭❤
Now I praise you because you remember me in everything and hold firmly to the traditions, just as I delivered them to you. 1Corinthians 11:2
Love and laughter,