by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
One of the pitfalls alcoholics in recovery seem to fall into from time to time is that we feel we are so unique that no one can possibly understand us. However, that feeling can only lead to self-pity, and isolation—two things I avoid like the plague. Although I...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
One of the many beautiful ideas I’ve heard over the years is that God does not waste a single thing—not even our tears. Every difficulty, every trial, every experience we have—both good and bad—can help us become more effective in helping others. It took a while for...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
It’s my oldest cowboy hat, and I believe it is the least expensive straw hat I’ve ever bought. If I recall correctly, I might have paid $8.00 for it many years ago at a Rural King store. But it’s my favorite hat, and when I couldn’t find my ball cap at 6:30 a.m., I...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
The topic was forgiveness, and I wondered how long it would take before it took off in another direction. I didn’t have to wait long. I’d been down this road many times before. In fact, in all my years of recovery groups, only once had I heard something drastically...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
There he was, again, walking down the street. Crazy-looking. Dirty. And talking to himself. As I drove past Corey* I wondered where he was going. Then I wondered where he was sleeping. Or if he was getting enough food to survive. Corey has struggled with sobriety for...
