To the intellectually self-sufficient man or woman, many A.A.'s can say, "Yes, we were like you--far too smart for our own good.... Secretly, we felt we could float above the rest of the folks on our brain power alone." AS BILL SEES IT, p. 60
Even the most brilliant mind is no defense against the disease of alcoholism. I can't think my way sober. I try to remember that intelligence is a God-given attribute that I may use, a joy--like having a talent for dancing or drawing or carpentry. It does not make me better than anyone else, and it is not a particularly reliable tool for recovery, for it is a power greater than myself who will restore me to sanity--not a high IQ or a college degree.
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain.
Ha! Sometimes I feel like Bill W has cameras in my house.
Being a person who is pretty secure within my spirituality and who tends to lean towards the analytical- I read these passages having to do with agnostics and think to myself that this is my burden to shoulder. But I suppose that being truly honest with one's self and recognizing your own idiosyncracies in this type of literature is at the very least a sign that you're paying attention- that it's getting through to you. Or me, as it were.
Sometimes we can't help thinking: Why can't we ever drink again? We know it's because we're alcoholics, but why did we have to get that way? The answer is that at some time in our drinking careers, we passed what is called our "tolerance point." When we passed this point, we passed from a condition in which we could tolerate alcohol into a condition in which we could not tolerate it at all. After that, if we took one drink, we would sooner or later end up drunk. When I think of liquor now, do I think of it as something I can never tolerate again?
Meditation for the Day ~
In a race, it is when the goal is in sight that heart & nerves & muscles & courage are strained to the breaking point. So with us. The goal of the spiritual life is in sight. All we need is the final effort. The saddest records are made by people who ran well, with brave, stout hearts, until the sight of the goal & then some weakness or self-indulgence held them back. They never knew how near the goal they were or how near they were to victory.
Prayer for the Day ~
I pray that I may press on until the goal is reached. I pray that i may not give up in the final stretch.
(Let it be a God or Higher power of our own understanding) Danielle x
-- Edited by Sobrietyspell at 07:32, 2007-02-19
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Progress not perfection.. & Practice makes Progress!
