Oh! Thank heaven for Seven Eleven!

You simply will not be the same person two months from now after consciously giving thanks each day for the abundance that exists in your life. And you will have set in motion an ancient spiritual law: the more you have and are grateful, the more will be given you. ~Sarah Ban Breathnach

Today I am grateful...

• that I surrendered and got out of bed at 4:00AM after lying there for what seemed like an eternity. Yesterday I overslept, today I couldn't get back to sleep. I will return shortly to catch up some.
• for the television remote off button. I am so tired of hearing about all the death and destruction in Houston. Murders and car wrecks. I just don't need that kind of news.
• that I managed to stay in the day yesterday. I was physically off and still may be today, time will tell, but I got to a meeting and did some work and sweated profusely in this damn heat and napped and had dinner with R&J and watched another episode of Rome.
  
• that what I have today I would have never dreamed of having. I get to keep it if I keep my spiritual condition conditioned.
• that somehow, for three and a half years, I have been willing to do what was suggested to stay sober and have a spiritually fulfilling life
• that there are those, like you, who travel with me and there are even those who just observe
  

Nobody's any better than anyone else. We're all just trying to stay away from a drink. The God that I was looking for, over here, over there; in some guy, the right motorcycle, the best tattoo. And all the time it was right here inside. And it's hope, and I have it every day if I choose to look for it. And you have it too, you have it right inside of yourself. I know that sounds like an after school special like happy little Care Bears or something, but it's really true. And you never have to drink again if you find that little light inside yourself. You are so set. It's really excellent. Sobriety rocks. ~Gail.

Sometimes recovery seems like a desert wasteland, desolate, unproductive. We can't imagine that anything can grow here. The conditions are too hostile. It is into just such situations that God comes. In a trackless wilderness, God makes a way. In a parched wasteland, God causes a stream of water to spring up. It is a remarkable thing when God finds a path for us when we are completely lost. It is a remarkable thing when God provides nourishment for us in a wasteland. But God does, time and time again. ~Dale and Juanita Ryan