by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
I used to hate ordinary days. Nothing exciting happening. No crisis. No problems. Just the routine of everyday life. How boring! Although my memories aren’t nearly as vivid as they once were, I still remember how intolerable boredom felt. Ordinary days seemed endless...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
As I talked with him, I could see that he was confused and scared. But he certainly seemed willing to take suggestions, so I was happy to share my experience, strength, and hope with him. As I began describing my early days of sobriety, I could see it in his...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
Grace. I thought I knew what that word meant. After all, I had heard it mentioned in that old hymn since I was a child. However, I can’t say I had even a nodding acquaintance with its meaning for many years. You see, as an alcoholic, most of my waking hours were spent...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
I have made many promises over my lifetime. Some were spoken out loud, given with conviction. Others were quiet—made in my head, in moments of clarity when I swore I would change. I promised my parents I would do better. I promised I would straighten out my life. I...
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In recovery circles it’s common to hear people speak of spiritual awakenings. This simply refers to a change in personality profound enough to make recovery from alcoholism possible—and I’ve seen that change show up in many different ways. For some, these are...
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It’s interesting what happens when I meditate on a single word. While most of the time I read something to meditate on—like a story in the Bible, or a single phrase of wisdom coming from the Master—at other times I take a principle, like kindness. I put it out on the...
