Today’s Proverb: Gotcha!

This Day’s Proverb: Some days a little zinger will remind me recovery is more than not drinking: You can’t beg God to heal you and stay loyal to what’s killing you. Help us Lord, change us Lord, heal us Lord,
Releasing what was never mine to control; Embracing what is mine to enjoy.
This Day’s Proverb: Some days a little zinger will remind me recovery is more than not drinking: You can’t beg God to heal you and stay loyal to what’s killing you. Help us Lord, change us Lord, heal us Lord,
A Lot Overcomes me! On any given day, a lot can feel like it overcomes me! Senior citizenship, relationships, etc! On those days I am overcome with gratitude that whatever else is troubling me, figuring out how to safely drink
Getting the Fourth Step over with is easier than fretting about why I just can’t do it again; or procrastinating. The Fourth Step isn’t just a glance in the mirror to see if anything is out of place. Taking the
Oh Boy! I needed this meeting! That’s what I thought as we read the first half of the 12th step at the 12 & 12 meeting. These past few weeks have filled with hard news— not just of the
How are you at hitting curve balls? (metaphorical or real) That was the topic for at a recent anniversary. The speaker described a serious bout with a mean kind of cancer several years into their recovery. And they did not
Years ago, a contemporary hymn described a sensation I surely had in a recent meeting — that of standing on holy ground — being aware of power greater than I am was making Himself available to hurting souls. I felt
I remember the days I went without drinking. They were their own horror. Usually I was trying to prove I could. And I could! I remember twice I went 40 days without drinking. I also remember some helpful people told
Sitting in the meeting on Tradition Nine, I reread some of the notes I made in other Tradition Nine meetings. I’ve gotten some good recovery advice while reading why AA, as such, ought never to be organized. So, why shouldn’t
What Do I Need to Explain? It’s a needlepoint cushion with a seasonal but timeless message: Dear Santa, I can explain. It makes me laugh ruefully because explaining myself – excusing myself – is an old, worn-out habit. The truth