Hey Sis…I am an avid Young and the Restless fan. All my life. From the womb. I love this show. I know it’s corny. But I don’t care. I love it. I stick with it when the story lines get extra stupid. I stick closer when the story lines are juicy. When Jeanne Cooper passed I tried to call off work because I was too distraught! (She played Catherine Chancellor. You knew!). When I didn’t have a dvr, I recorded it on vhs. I have not missed an episode!! When I was in college, when I was pushing out babies, when I’m out of town, when I’m at work, I’m recording my show. And I am so particular, I watch it after my kids go to sleep so that my watching is uninterrupted!
What has always struck me as odd is this: Nikki Newman (ya’ll know who she is! Don’t front!) is an alcoholic. Yet, she is constantly around alcohol. And I don’t mean at a party, where the waiters walk around carrying those pretty flutes of champs. I mean, at her house!! Every home on the soaps has a fancy bar in their living room. (Not gonna lie to you…as a kid I thought this was pretty boss! Someone comes over unannounced, and the coffee pot, water AND the vodka are sitting on the bar chillin?!). Back to Nikki: her family knows she is an alcoholic. Her friends know as well. They all know her years of struggling, her bumps and bruises from falling off the wagon, her triggers that make her want to drink. Yet she invites temptation to come sit in her living room! And everyone drinks openly in front of her! She will eventually, inevitably, sneak a drink and slide all the way down the slope. And everyone is dumb shocked! (Chile, she was so drunk a couple of weeks ago she almost dropped her newest grandbaby! But she blamed it on her MS. Knowing that she struggles with both MS and alcoholism; they chose to believe the MS story).
If I were to ever make my way to Genoa City (Producers, please call me!! I promise I would rock a role on that show!!), I would pull Niki to the side. I would grab her shoulder a la you is kiiind, you is schmaaat, you is im-poh-tant, and let her know, “Hey sis…your family and friends don’t love you. And you don’t really love yourself!”.
In a lot of ways, we are like Nikki. We have our own struggles, and we put ourselves in the way of those struggles, when we don’t need to be. We flirt with temptation, and then cry out in total disbelief when we fall! I remember a conversation I had with someone I held dear to my heart. I was hurt by their actions and I wanted to know why. “Why would you do that to me?! Why would you willingly put yourself in a situation like that when you knew that it would probably hurt me?”. The reply was simply “I thought I could handle it”. If the Bible tells us to flee from temptation, it must be common sense to know not to willingly place ourselves in the way of temptation. But we do. Because we always think we can handle it.
Eventually, Nikki gets the help she needs. And all her family and friends cheer her on as she hoists herself back up on that wagon. But it’s a long hard battle and a lot of hard work. Her family will fall apart in the interim. Her breath will stink. She won’t be as cute as she is when she is sober. And her victory is for a moment. Whether it be weeks from now or months, she is going to drink again. Don’t be like Nikki. If someone is passing those pretty flutes of champs in front of your face, flee. If your personal temptation is sitting, waiting on you, and you have identified it, spotted it, know it’s waiting to trip you up, turn around….and flee. (This is precisely why, when Idris gives me that come hither look, I say “No Idris, if you like it then you need to put a ring on it!”). And by all means don’t invite temptation! It’s not worth the fall out! It’s not worth the trouble! Sin has consequences. Avoidable consequences when you flee! And if your family and friends watch you struggle, and don’t correct you when you attempt to “come and get me” dance in front of your temptation, you sis, need a new circle! Real sisters don’t let you play with fire! Real sisters help you run away from sin (temptation) and right into the safe arms of Jesus…