my daily reflections…

in my universal search for sobriety, i moved through every avenue i could grasp, medical doctors, therapists, and the religion of my youth, yet none of them could break through the dense armor of my self-will. only with a matured Spiritual Awareness can i now perceive how thoroughly my alcoholism obstructed the very instruments my HP had placed before me. the faith of my youth taught that God works through people and through means far subtler than i ever recognized, and i recall the counsel, “be quick to see where religious people are right. make use of what they offer.” today i understand that each of those paths possessed a legitimacy i was incapable of acceptin while i clung to the illusion of personal control. even in this thing we do, which i once resisted, revealed itself as a God-given structure through which surrender could finally take root. the spiritual principles planted early in my life now sustain the recovery i could never manufacture alone. but fer the grace of God, there go i. 1 day @ a time...