I thought
about having a drink today.
Instead I
ran an errand for a friend, went shopping with another, talked about my mother
(in a healing way).
I texted Diane
and asked for prayer, checked out a new book, typed this in my lazy chair.
Ate
chocolate, went for a walk, slept and then stared.
As I was
pumping my gas, I saw an old pastor. Though
it’s been 24 years, no time had passed.
Why is that? Relationships. It is relationships that give me the will to
recover.