In my darkest days of addiction hope had become. a mirage in a desert of despair. Like everything else that had ever meant anything to me. I held on to one thing that never left me. The 2 little girls that only wanted a father present in their life. Through all the homeless, surviving barely, walking side by side with death every day hoping he would take me, the thought of them never completely went away. I knew they really had no father as it was, but held the tiniest hope that maybe one day they would. Every day I woke up wherever I was, I wished I wasn’t. Never really knowing would this ever end ? Could this ever end ? Does anyone really choose this way? would anyone really choose this way ? The beginning never looked like the end. The end never looked like the beginning. Both were true! Where was God? How do you surrender? Why can’t someone save me ?
When did God come to me ? When did I come to God ? Where was God the whole time ? I looked everywhere but inside. But I guess at least I was searching. So it must have been “in the last analysis”…. The gift of desperation was received. How could you tell ? When I put my whole recovery first and everything - everything, else after, something happened.. I made commitments to my recovery come before work, relationships, family, fun , everything, just so I could breath and not have to have chemicals to exist. None of this was easy but neither was the life before. What is freedom worth?
My hope today lies deep inside and shines so bright that it illuminates out from me so others can see and receive hope. Those 2 little girls have become beautiful women and have families of their own. They now have a father present in their life that is always a phone call away and completely present when we talk. The pain of the past may not be gone but the joy of the present is the more obvious focus these days. Amends to them consisted of focusing on my recovery first and foremost so that I could become a father, then being present in their lives and letting them in on my life of recovery. As I become more God conscious through growing spiritually and continue to make myself available to those in need, life grows all around me. My passion burns to stay on the firing line so that those hopeless addicts and alcoholics have somewhere to turn to find hope. Now waking up is full of light regardless of the circumstances. Love and light and awareness..
Shining bright !