During my years in OA, I’ve realized that the key to my peace, not necessarily my “happiness,” lies in turning my life over to my Higher Power one day at a time. When I do this, the burden of trying to “fix” the problem leaves me. Voices of Recovery Nov 2I can't fix me no matter how I try, but
I don't need fixing. I'm not junk, I have value,
and I matter no matter what. I am worthy,
My obsession with fixing me comes not from an inherent defect
but from a deficiency in peace, contentment, a state of wellbeing
and that lies freely available for the claiming,
a benefit of willingness to surrender control and direction
to a Power able to grant even when I have no clue
what that might be. But without doubt I know I fits
the hole in my soul.
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