my daily reflections…

good judgment, right timin, courage, nor prudence were mine while out doin my dirt. they were strangers, virtues i neither sought nor valued. blame was always pushed outward elsewhere; amends belonged to others, never to me. fear clouded judgment, disorganization shattered timin, ignorance silenced prudence, and carelessness trampled tact. step by step, the reversal began. faith in my HP, direction from my sponsor, and correction from the fellowship. in this labor, qualities once absent were formed. i learned discernment, endurance, restraint. i discovered that Justice is not theory but practice, lived out in amends rightly made, at the right time, in the right spirit. step nine became the arena where Justice met mercy, and my broken past was met with the possibility of repair. 1 day @ a time…