I am experiencing miracles left and right in my life. I looked up the definition of a miracle a few months back and my favorite definition is : Divine Intervention. It seems to me that all of this spiritual business of the program, yoga and church has all to do with lining ourselves up to be available to Divine Intervention. This consists of getting our little me, our ego, into harmony… into service to the Divine Self so that our lives may be one miracle after another like mine was today. As my sponsor likes to point out, because I am a sober woman, I have choices. I would like to think that I had choices when I was “out there,” but the truth is, I didn’t really. I had moments of reprieve from my planning my next glass of wine(I mean dinner) or time with a friend or après ski or whatever activity it was that allowed me to get my drink on. Today I am free to be…. I am free to show up for life…. I am available to the things that I loved as a kid, like ice-skating for example. The other night I went skating at The Seattle Center and as soon as I walked into the rink, I smelled the ice and it reminded me of the countless hours of hockey that I played growing up and I fell in love with a part of my childhood that I had tucked so far away. As I glided around the rink, showing off a little here and there as I always did when I was on the ice, I felt the freedom of flow. I felt like a bird soaking in the sites. There was nothing hindering me, like the constant watch on the clock I used to feel for what I was really concerned about was having a drink when we got done(in all actuality, this was just killing time ‘til it somehow felt more appropriate to those around me to have a drink again.) Not today and not the other night…. I am beginning to taste true freedom again.
Today I had the freedom to chose to be with my mom as the city social worker came for her annual assessment. Not intending to participate, I walked through the door carrying some of the resentment that I had been carrying for several weeks now. But God showed up in this woman and in this space. Before I knew it, 3 hours had passed and we had talked about everything important, facilitated by this angel of a government worker. Honesty was the way and understanding was the result -Divine Intervention to say the least. We then met with my mom’s landlord and discussed the further security and vitality of my mom’s living situation. I don’t know at exactly what point things turned for me but somewhere in the midst of today I had the profound experience of God doing for me what I could not do for myself.
I take no credit for the red carpet of miracles occurring in my life…. But I’ll tell you, I want to continue to do everything that I have been doing without a hiccup because somethin’s definitely workin’ in my life. I am going to keep coming back for my slice of heaven pie.
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