.Awake.&.Alive.

We've got rid of our false, drinking selves and found our real, sober selves. And we turn to God, our Father, for help, just as the Prodigal Son arose and went to his father. At the end of the story, the father of the Prodigal Son says: "He was dead and is alive again, he was lost and is found." We alcoholics who have found sobriety in A.A. were certainly dead and are alive again. We were lost and are found. Am I alive again? -[24 Hours a Day :: March 13]


Sitting in the smoke filled, candle lit room, we ponder the words... and perspectives start to shift. The story is no longer a simple chronicle of biblical proportions. Now, it is life. The truth played out in each one of our own adventures. We've seen one another come from the same devastating hell that we've known. We've seen promises come true of hope and love in these lives... We've seen the lost found, the dead rise to life...
We have also seen our friends go back out... walk back into their hell that so easily entangles ..walking into the arms of death. This is our reality.

we are the prodigals.
i am the child who turned her back on her loving father - wrestled out of his gentle embrace of love only to run straight to the fatal grasp of deception.
This doesnt end here. Thank God. This doesnt end here.
Bottom found, He allowed me to find the willingness and ability to walk home.
And he was waiting.
watching.
wanting.
His child to be home.
And when He saw her on the horizon... He didnt wait passively for her to make the trek.
He ran to her - arms open wide, ready to embrace this lost soul.

that we would Love one another - with this kind of love.
Always waiting, and hoping that our friends will find their way back.
And when they do... that we will run to them with open arms.
Ready and willing to show them our experience, strength and Hope that we've found through the One who walked with us.