when i release control and allow my HP to act where i cannot, the miraculous unfolds. whenever i insist on orchestratin outcomes, disorder follows. step nine taught me that Justice is not vengeance but restoration, and the final promise confirms that my HP will accomplish for me what self-will never could. again and again, grace...
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today i count it a gift to live in conscious relationship with my HP. recovery has taught me that Justice in step nine is not merely about redressin past harms but about learnin to walk humbly in right relation with others. this humility, born of surrender, grants me the willingness to face the truth of...
acceptance is the spiritual discipline that frees me from the obsessive thoughts and compulsive behaviors that distort reality and drive me to enact my self-will. these patterns, rooted in fear and control, fracture my emotional, psychological, behavioral, and spiritual integrity. Justice, in this thing we do, is not retribution, it is restoration. it begins with...
when i came into the rooms i could no longer endure the ruined days of doin my dirt had wrought: broken, homeless, and estranged. self-sufficiency had collapsed, and though the twelve steps appeared drastic, the prospect of returnin to the days of doin my dirt was far worse. at first, i leaned on the willpower...
in my experience throughout my time in this thing we do, acceptance is Justice rightly ordered. pride and self-will only chained me to fear, and alcohol was my counterfeit escape. in surrender i discovered truth: i had authored my own wreckage. step nine called me to act justly toward others, and in doin so, i...
in the days of doin my dirt, even in the company of others with a common aim, unity was always fleetin. when the supply ended, so did the loyalty; companionship dissolved into isolation. that false fellowship has left many of my old companions gone too soon, often alone and without peace. today, livin this thing...
in the light of step nine, i stand in awe of the new life entrusted to me. such transformation did not arise in comfort but through the crucible of self-induced pain, anger, and frustration, each a severe yet faithful instructor. Justice required that i face the wreckage of my past and seek reconciliation with those...
for me, peace of mind in this thing we do is not achieved cheaply; it requires a return to the wholesome, yet seemingly, radical honesty of the first step. i had to ask whether honesty was truly worth embracin, not only with myself, where self-deception always lurked, but also with my sponsor, whose presence safeguarded...
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....
responsibility was not what i sought when i first entered recovery; my singular aim was to stop drinkin. yet sobriety alone proved insufficient. to live with integrity and joy, i had to embrace a more expansive callin; one that demanded accountability, growth, and Justice. step nine marked the beginnin of my education in responsibility: responsibility...