As I chose recovery, the moments became meaningful. What was once a cycle of perpetual pain ceased, as I built triumphs and abandoned defeat.
What was once pernicious, pain-driven escapism has now become explicit action, blessing me with the gifts of peace, self-acceptance, strength, and discovery.
My self-defeat was once an arid desert, scorching heat by day and unforgiving freezes by night. In its place, lush vegetation canvases the horizon. Although thorns and briars remain, the walk is delightful, my journey fulfilling and wholesome. My attention is drawn more to gratitude and enjoyment, enjoyment of each day free of injury and gratitude for the wisdom bestowed upon me by having overcome the past.
Free of concern over how long the journey will last, I learned to live in the gift of my present. It always has been enough and always will be. Gratitude my guide, I made humility by anchor, my lifeline. As I learned to identify dangers and threatening paths, I discovered the power of prayer. As I learned to connect with the Light of My Universe, miracles became as my barrel of meal which did not waste and cruse of oil which never failed. For this, and for All, I will Praise His Mightiness eternally.
