Three Years Old And Finally As Smart As A Toddler

Three years ago yesterday I wrote a blog entry and proceeded promptly thereafter to get totally trashed and cry myself to sleep. The last paragraph of what I wrote was full of determination and hope, but not enough to keep me from using that night. It reads as follows:

"I thank God for an earthly father who lives an example of Christ-like love and gave me an understanding of the concept of mercy, love and forgiveness rather than hatred, rejection, fire and brimstone. Because of this I can believe in forgiveness from God, because I have seen it in my earthly father I can believe it from a Heavenly Father. I can accept the philosophy of progress not perfection and release myself from the bondage of legalism and expectations I set too high for myself. I don't have to follow you [Someone close to me who had relapsed and died 16 days later four months before I wrote this] into the ground, and while I miss you terribly, I pray that I regain my recovery. I can take a detour back onto the route that God put me on over a year ago that leads to a place of serenity, where I can be happy, joyous and free as God wants me to be. I know we'll meet in heaven one day, but it doesn't have to be soon."

What I felt that night and tried to express may not have been enough to keep me clean and sober as I wrote it or in the hours that followed, but it did indeed signal a change. The next morning I  woke up sick, hurting and shaky and hit my knees rather than reach for a drink. I prayed for God to help keep me clean and sober for just the next 24 hours and that I would be able to make the journey back home as the prodigal son.

I surrendered. The alcohol and drugs had whipped me. I'd only been back out there about a couple months, and I'd lost 40 pounds. Death courted me daily. I knew I only had two choices surrender or die. I surrendered.

And that's all I did on my own. Since that morning after the grace of God has given me three years worth of 24 hours clean and sober all strung together. Every day this happens is a new record for how long I've been clean and sober since I was 13. And that is a miracle.

I did what God told me to do, but only because He gave the grace for me to be able to obey. I did my part of the work in the Spiritual program I chose, but only because He gave me the willingness, ability and energy to do that. I changed, but only because He changed me. He did it all, but only because I let Him. Today I am free from the obsession to drink and drug and have recovered from a hopeless state of mind and body, but only because He tore down  the walls and loosed the chains.

Last night and when I first awoke this morning, I felt on edge, anxious and angry for no reason. I couldn't control my emotions. I took things that Leah said as attacks and persecution and reacted poorly. I took computer problems as signs the whole world was on the brink of disaster and cursed the moon, the stars and Toshiba. In short I acted a fool.

But I didn't want to drink or drug, I only wanted to stop feeling the way I felt. I'm still the same guy who can't always handle reality and emotions, but today, I know that the solution, the peace I seek, the attitude and feeling I change I need is not found in chemicals, or self-control, will power and discipline, but rather it is only found in God's grace, acceptance and love.

So now, like the toddler I am, I will run to my Papa crying instead of trying to fix my injuries myself. Like a toddler I will crawl into His arms and let Him kiss it all better. Like I toddler I will not hold it against myself that I didn't walk perfectly and something went wrong, but will lose all sense of everything but the moment and Papa and that now everything is Ok.

This is what I've learned in three years. Not how to walk perfectly or run without falling and scraping a knee, but how to turn to my Creator and cry out Papa and to know that He will answer with love. And that love is enough to fill what needs to be filled in my life so that today, at this moment, I crave no other enhancer or numbing agent to get through the day. I am grateful.