When I had been in recovery about 9 months I realized that I had consistently done something for 9 whole months - I hadn't taken a drink, I had gone to several meetings a week, I talked to my sponsor almost every day, almost every day I had read some of the literature and had asked God to help me pretty much every day. That alone was a huge awakening - I knew that I had never ever before in my life, done that many things consistently for that length of time. I knew it was a miracle. I wasn't a believer in God, but now I was suspecting that there must be a force for good in the universe that had given me the power to do those things.
Then at about that same time I realized that I was happy and had some peace of mind. Happiness and peace were new things for me. AND I had none of the things I thought I must have to be happy - my finances were a mess, I had lost my job, my daughter who was still at home was going through a terribly difficult adolescence, plus I hadn't even had a date with a guy in several months. That was a miracle too. The only thing that had changed was my willingness to do some simple things.
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