my daily reflections…

in the beginnin of my recovery, i questioned why so much of the responsibility seemed to fall upon me, what i needed to do, how i was to do it, and why it was necessary. was it not the actions of others that had fueled my dismay? yet, through the guidance of my sponsor and the quiet promptin of my HP, i came to understand that genuine healin could not be built upon blame. i had to humble myself and dig unflinchingly into the deepest layers of my own character. this inward work was neither casual nor comfortable. it demanded rigorous honesty, sustained self-examination, and the willingness to see my own flaws with clarity rather than defensiveness. in those moments, humility became more than a concept, it became a lived experience, the soil in which the seeds of brotherly love could take root. this love is not sentimental or selective; it is the deliberate choice to extend compassion, understandin, and goodwill to others, regardless of whether they have walked the same path or share my beliefs. the discipline of livin in brotherly love has shaped who i am today. it allows me to engage with people, inside this thing we do and beyond it, with sincerity, respect, and patience. these principles are not relics of my early recovery; they remain the very framework upon which my daily life is built. in practicin them, i find the freedom to live happy, joyous, and free, not as a fleetin feelin, but as a steady state of bein anchored in faith and service. 1 day @ a time…