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...
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There are many pitfalls to avoid in addiction recovery. Hanging out on old playgrounds with old playmates, allowing life situations to distract us from what we need to do to stay sober, or, here’s a big one… handling emotions that have been “frozen” for years. What a...
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I cannot tell you how happy I was when I got my first letter from Jesus! I kept staring at the envelope, smiling, and shaking my head. He wrote to me! How cool is that? As I opened the envelope, I made sure not to rip the address. Jesus moves around a lot, and I...
