Not Being Fooled by a Whiff of Complacency

Dear God,

Another Saturday has arrived without any disaster or new found problems for me to fret over, thanks. Every day is much like Saturday when one is retired. I really like that, thanks. I was just thinking that this daily prayer and meditation thing is getting to be a drag and boring to boot. I mean, You know what is going on in my mind and heart without all this thinking and writing each day. Why waste all the time and effort to do the unnecessary?

What a sneak this disease is. A deep inhale and slow exhale, allow the brain to be engaged before allowing thoughts like that to exist. This prayer and meditation is my roadway to serenity, the path I follow because my mind does not allow me to sit and quietly meditate. By the writing of my thoughts the truth will prevail, not my fantasies. When the first nine steps of this fellowship have been completed and The Promises start to be realized my disease starts telling me stories.

The first story is always about the wasted effort of daily contact with You. I'm the one who followed the food plan and did all the work, I deserve all the credit for my life, not some God I can't see or feel. An easy story to believe when food becomes my higher power. Then I look at the woman You sent to run my life and love me because of my defects. I hear the voice of my grandchild who at eight years of age thinks to call me while on holiday with her cousins (she did not call anyone else). J The new mother at the store handed me her new baby to hold while she attended to an older child. Now that is seeing and feeling You, so for now the disease can go to...well, You know.

Sometimes this old fool just needs to be reminded of just how he got to this part of his life. My spiritual fitness requires daily maintenance, or it will be gone, and so I along with it. I'm off to my f2f step meeting this morning and glad for it. The wisdom to know and power to do Your will is much needed. Take care of my family, friends, fellow loopies, those who only diet and the folks I don't like.

And Why Not?
The Recovery Group

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