I’m spiritually disabled at times.
I don’t know if this allows me a special parking spot at my local church; but I am. Slouched in worry I can be a misguided soul, feverishly trying to run away from my bookish need to know all the answers. One of my toughest lessons in recovery has been that learning to let go is not performed from your head. It’s ingrained from repetitive, vulnerable actions of the heart!
My emotional reaction too many things is fidgety and seems futile in the moment. It’s laced with fear, anxiety and mistrust. And at the opposite end of my outfield it can be covered with deep love, passion and […]