Happy 13 years of sober living to me.
When I look at myself I see an whole, yet comfortably-imperfect, content, woman. I see someone who enjoys being a student of all things and a person who can gratuitously accept my long-list of character flaws that are covered by this massive & powerful blanket of Grace that I live my life beneath.
Sober is pretty far down on my list of descriptive words. But without sobriety, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to uncover who I am, what I am, or how much I am capable of. I would have never learned just how much control I have over what to keep and what to let go of, and how much of my past doesn’t actually have as much power over my future as I had once believed.
But my sobriety would have never lasted without the tiny spark of Hope that I was able to cling to, given to me at my lowest point. There, I met with the most loving, gentle, understanding, non-judgmental, loving, God. A God I had actively doubted and cynically denounced as nothing more than a myth or an inflated legend for the neediest, most bizarrely naive of humans. But that same Jesus, who I had mocked, ultimately handed over every ounce of strength and courage that I needed to forgo the hardest reconstruction process of my life to-date.
And with that,
I will just be thankful for today.
Praise GOD for this life.
It’s pretty damn good, ya’ll.