As I read your written word, I will listen to the voice beneath it. As I listen to your voice, I will see the world through your eyes. As I look through those eyes, I will feel the soul that experienced it. As I touch your soul, I will love a beautiful you.
9/1/12, you wrote:
Pondering my past behaviors, I’ve done myself no great favors.
The past six years I’ve lived to die, shielded from reality and didn’t know why.
Recognizing the failure to control my using, family relationships I began losing.
I realized then that somethings gotta give, becoming abstinent increases my purpose to live.
Now I’m proud to be three months clean, In my mind a bright new future can now be seen.
I’m so grateful for such great family and friends, working my steps I will soon make amends.
I daily read the Big Book thanks to Dr. Bob and Bill, I see the hope in my recovery and follow in God’s will.
Life is but a journey which we can choose to embrace or deny. In life’s gallery, I will look for the good in all things and cherish every brushstroke made by the Master artist’s hand. Beauty is everywhere, in everything and in everyone around us…dare to seek it, the canvas is ready for viewing.
The prodigal child:
In church this morning I listened closely as God took me back many years ago to when my life was extremely dark and disparate. His words were clear and direct, as I listened to the familiar story of the prodigal son. I was reminded that I, too, was once lost in a world of rebellion and temptation and did not hesitate to turn my back on a loving family and a Father who gave up everything because of His love for me. I chose the corrupted course that led me through a sea of alcohol abuse, over a mountain of sinful acts and through a valley deceit and thievery.
The prodigal child returns:
When I finally got to the end of myself, on bended knee, I came back to the only place of comfort I knew – the loving arms of my Father. It is with gratefulness and praise that I thank my Shepherd for seeking out the lost sheep and returning them to His flock. It’s great to be home!
The parent of a prodigal child:
I am now in a different season of my life after being blessed with a loving husband and raising two beautiful daughters. I say different, but not unfamiliar…the view has changed but the story remains. I am now the parent of a prodigal child. She has chosen a similar path as I did and has drifted into a dangerous and tumultuous world. It is on bended knee once more that I come to my Father and ask not for me this time but for my daughter to be returned to the flock. I now see what You saw, I feel what You felt, I stand watch as You did, I love as You loved. Together let’s wait for her return and prepare for the celebration ahead.
2016 (After a year at Teen Challenge in Brooklyn, NY)…
Ah, and what a celebration it has been and continues to be. By God’s Grace and mercy, and only by His unending love and compassion, our daughter has returned.