Addiction •Recovery •PTSD

10/19/2023

Ready to meet ballot requirements to be on ballot for 2024 , U.S. House of Representatives
To represent Missouri district 4

10/09/2023

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Good morning Facebook
Happy Sunday to you, let's make it a blessed and happy day filled with family or friends.
Stop today and enjoy, take in nature go to church feed your spirit.
This is the day of rest .
The Lord's day....
Let's enjoy it!
Happy Sunday

10/09/2023

Big facts right here 💯

10/09/2023

10/06/2023

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Addiction • Recovery • PTSD

10/04/2023

Ecclesiastes 4;9-10
Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor.
For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow ; but woe to him that is alone when he falleth ; for he hath not another to help him.
(Putting this In perspective!)
How true this is in our recovery paths.
With the support and uplifting of others in our community, even when we fall ,we can get back up, and in doing so , by picking ourselves up and walking out our recovery ,we in turn can uplift others and on and on ;this is people power and God's way .
We do recover and in doing so help others recover.
God bless...
Addiction • Recovery • PTSD

10/03/2023

Absolutely spot on facts right here 💯

09/26/2023

A poem about addiction
Written by; Rev. Alexander JS Heidenreich ©
For , Addiction •Recovery •PTSD

In shadows deep, where demons dwell,
A tale unfolds, of heaven and hell.
A haunting dance, a twisted fate,
A solemn ode to addiction's weight.

Through hazy veils of smoke and despair,
Lies a soul consumed, trapped in its snare.
A siren's call, a venomous embrace,
A shattered spirit, lost in the chase.

In veins that ache, with each fleeting high,
Whispers of pleasure, mingled with sighs.
A numbing touch, a false euphoria,
A tragic waltz, a macabre aria.

With trembling hands and bloodshot eyes,
The addict seeks solace, his soul defies.
A cruel master, addiction's cruel reign,
A relentless craving, a relentless pain.

Oh, the abyss that beckons, so deep and wide,
Where shattered dreams and hopes reside.
A hollow vessel, a vessel so frail,
Engulfed by cravings, a harrowing tale.

And as the days turn into endless nights,
The addiction feasts, devouring all light.
A desolate existence, a world of decay,
Where hope is but a memory, slowly fading away.

In silent torment, the addict remains,
Bound to the chains of his self-inflicted pains.
A tragic symphony, a mournful dirge,
As addiction consumes, the soul does purge.

So let us bear witness, to this harrowing plight,
To the darkness that consumes, day and night.
May our hearts be moved, our empathy stirred,
To reach out with compassion, with love unblurred.

For addiction's grip is a formidable foe,
But with understanding, we can help it let go.
In unity and support, we find our way,
To guide the lost souls, from addiction's sway.

In this somber verse, a plea to amend,
A cry for compassion, a message to send.
Let us stand together, hand in hand,
To heal the broken, in this desolate land.
-THE END -
Written by: Rev . Alexander JS Heidenreich 2023 ©

09/25/2023

09/25/2023

Absolutely facts right here 💯
To blessed to stress 😬