Daily Meds

When a person gets sober (an alcoholic) we compare him or her to a cocoon opening up and turning from a caterpillar into a butterfly. Most people “clean up” pretty good.

Occasionally, though, I have seen a cocoon open up and a moth come out.

“Expect a miracle.” I do. I put in the footwork. I try to do what I can do. Not perfectly but usually to the best of my ability. Or just simply try to do my best.

You will get a whole new attitude and outlook on life. This has been promised. I do expect it. It is a miracle. It is true. I was a walking dead man. Zombie. A negative lump of flesh.

the question went from, “Oh God, do I have to do this the rest of my life?” And now I say, “Can I do this the rest of my life?”

(As in, Go to meetings?)

“The first one now will later be last.”
In my lifetime I have felt like I was on top of the world, and I have felt lower than a snake’s belly. God has a way of knocking me to my knees if I get too “uppity.” He humbles me out. “Lord, don’t give me too much and don’t give me too little, give me just enough.” Of everything.