Dad was still drinking beer. No matter how much we begged him to stop. We told him to chose us. But he just could not let it go. So we started praying over him. HARD.
The enemy had got to him way to much. He wanted to be in a different state of mind. He was tired of always going to the doctor for something. It was a way to escape for him. In a way I understood, but at the same time I just wanted my dad back.
He didn't have any interest in anything anymore. Didn't go to work anymore. No passion for anything. All he wanted to do was sit on his couch, watch tv, and drink. That was all he did all day for months.