You told me lack of power was my problem. I had never heard of that before. I thought I had the power.
My brain could not wrap around that idea, yet it rang true and I felt that deep in my heart. You then told me my intelligence, my will could not solve or wish away my problems. Right then, my mind began to open, and you’ve been feeding me soul food ever since. There is a God, and I'm not it!
Last night on the plane ride home, I was seated next to a woman returning home to Phoenix after visiting her oldest 80-year-old sister in Kihei. The more she talked, the more interesting her story became. One of 10 kids, born and raised in Phoenix, told wonderful stories. And that she went to school at St. Theresa school on 50th and Thomas.
Gail said, “Wow, that’s my neighborhood” and we talked some more. Turns out that our dear friend Rusty Dunham was her aunt, and we knew many of the same people! Many memories being inspired by Rusty came back, as she shared many more wonderful and interesting stories.
Gail and I got off the plane looking at each other and said, “Wow, miracles again!”
I might have missed the entire experience had I been caught up in my own world. Once again, there is a Higher Power, and I'm not it!
Thanks for the gift of an open heart to replace my still often closed mind. What an adventure........
Recovery is really a never-ending healing game, as long as my mind is open……