So many thoughts
are racing through my mind as I try to write to write my testimony. As each day passes, alcohol means less and
less to me. The desire has faded. Even when I’m around it, I’m no longer
consumed with feelings of missing out.
On the surface that feels good, but I don’t want to take my sobriety for
granted. I know that is the first step
on the slippery slope of relapse. There
was tremendous loss as a result of my addictions, and that is one path that I
don’t want to venture down.
Paul gives a sober warning in 1
Corinthians 10:12, “So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you
don’t fall!” Tomorrow's recovery is not
promised to me. I don’t want to just go
through the motions and drift back to coasting through life. I will not allow
complacency to take root. I have to
maintain this awareness and preserve my attitude of gratitude. I’m so thankful for the wake-up call. One of the greatest gifts of my recovery is that my
daughters will not be growing up as children of an alcoholic, and have to carry
with them all of that added baggage. For when I look into my daughters’ eyes, I know they feel
safe and loved and are enjoying their sober mommy. “I see who I want to be”, who they need me to
be.
In My Daughter's Eyes (Martina Mcbride)
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