by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
The more I learn, the less I know. I think of that old adage often. It’s been attributed to any number of folks from Socrates to Einstein, but apparently no one knows for sure who came up with it. However, the source of that paradox is not nearly as important as...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
It feels a little strange to admit this, but at times, I’ve wondered whether my efforts to share my recovery with others actually does any good. Alcoholism is a difficult disease, and there are times when it seems like no one really wants recovery. People I’ve been...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
It happened again this past weekend. God did it—and I actually caught Him at it! (I don’t think He’s trying to be sneaky—in fact, I know Him well enough to know that He is always trying to make it obvious. But I’m easily distracted, and sadly, still on the...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
A few weeks ago, I received a phone call. The one I had thought about for so many years. I had always wondered how I would react when I got it. And I found out. My father was just a month or two shy of his ninetieth birthday when he came down with COVID, but...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
What a relief it was to be free of the relentless obsession to drink! For several years, I had practiced the principles of recovery, and had established and grown in my relationship to God. I’d been through a lot. In my second year of sobriety I made huge financial...
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I glanced at it as I drove by, and then did a double take. A smile crossed my lips and a shook my head a tiny bit. Yep. There it was. Another reminder. A note from God. Thank you, God, I whispered. I’ve always appreciated the effort church staff make to share tidbits...
