I slept like a log, thank God, and woke up late.
It's still drizzling, thank God. I'm off and running this morning to help a sponsee shop for a bridal shower, thank God for fellowship. When we hear that we don't have to do anything alone, we can depend on that.
A number of you have left comments on my posts that encourage me to have faith, keep trudging, count my blessings, and know that I am prayed for in my hour of need. You don't know how much I appreciate the words and prayers, the concern.
This photo is of a birdhouse I made from things found in a trash heap. I love its expression of dismay. I have felt like that from time to time, but sobriety has taught me how to change my attitude, if not my circumstances.
My sponsor drove me through a storm last night to win another prize in a small poetry competition. It was a mighty blustery, scary storm. But she drove precisely and with grace, and we talked about this gift of rain.
Instead of fear and anxiety, there was peace in that car. She's stayed sober for 26 years, and we share a lot of feelings, so we can laugh and relate on many different levels. A good sponsor is a gift as valuable as rain after a drought. I must run and get ready for the bridal shower shopping, but wanted to check in with some gratitude this morning for the blessings of living sober. Have a blessed day today unless you've made other plans.