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...
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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...
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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...
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I have never felt comfortable at funerals. Perhaps no one does—unless they work in the funeral home. For me, funerals were always difficult occasions to attend, even before I started drinking. I had avoided them at all costs because of those awful feelings of...
