My friend Austin commented, “Sometimes life is worth living because of the way the sun shines in the leaves on the drive home.” In the year 2010 I relayed to my mentor a litany of the things that had gone wrong with Sarah’s life and times in the year 2000. It made for a good story; there were multiple untimely and unsettling deaths, affairs, divorces, budding addictions, relationship quirks and behavioral drama. Basically it was the worst of times but at the time of my telling my mentor about the year nothing went right, it happened to be the best of times. She listened quietly and then said kindly,
When Ted got into treatment I was nothing but grateful for five years straight. It was as though my prayer life simplified by 1000. “God,” I would say all the day long, “Two words — Thank You.” In a way I lied because I would often say the two words about 12 times in a row which would be 24 words. …Read more
At Starbucks with a new friend from my 12 Step group, she handed a gift to me across the table — a gratitude journal. “It helps me to start my day with ‘Thank You’,” she said. I copied her ways and it hasn’t just helped me, it’s a game-changer.
Dallas Willard writes in The Divine Conspiracy, that our actions convey what we believe. Getting people to change actions without changing their beliefs is pretty darn futile. One of my wants is that young and middle-age parents let go of the infatuation with alcohol. Why? Because it can create an infatuation with alcohol in their children. Let me try to change beliefs about this. …Read more
I want to write blogs of hope because as long as there is God and breath, there is reason to hope. Occasionally we also need to say, “Yep. It’s like that,” and know that someone else also lives our truth. In that company is comfort. But don’t stay there, then proceed to hope. Thanks to Alicia Cook for putting words to many people’s reality. — Sarah
The other night, someone yelled at me. “For someone who writes about addiction, you are being judgmental.” I was a lot of things that night: Mad. Hurt. Sad. Confused. Frustrated. At a loss – but judgmental? No. No way.
I wish it wasn’t me who was writing this blog. I really do. I wish I wasn’t “qualified” to speak on the heroin epidemic from the perspective of the loved ones. I wish I wasn’t…Read more