By Jill Briscoe
“Easter comes around as quickly as Christmas, Lord, or so it seems,” I murmured as I slipped into a back pew.
“I’m glad so many people come to Good Friday services. I’m glad I can be here.” Silence.
“I’m trying to concentrate Lord, to focus on what it’s all about.”
It’s hard for you when you’re so worried about your son,” He said simply.
“Yes.” …Read more
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.