Then it hit me, pretty much all at once, right between the eyes. Hang on a second. This actually might make some sense.
For quite some time now, people have been saying to me: You need to be patient. Healing takes time. What you need is some time. In time things will be different.
That’s all well and good, I thought, but I need that time to happen quickly and in the frame I decide. After all, I’ve got stuff to do; I’ve got a life to live!
Something I’m beginning to realize, and powerfully too, is that any chance and hope I have of recovery and staying alive has everything to do with how I serve other people. Every morning I have to pray to God to continue to restore me to sanity and help me find someone I can help. I think maybe if I can do that, keep an eye out for someone I can help, my insane desire for everything to happen in my unrealistic time frame just might dial itself down a bit.
The woman said, “I have 26 years sober, and I have a daughter who still won’t talk to me. She just can’t forgive me. Yet. I pray for her. It’s all I can do. I pray for her that she can lay down the pain that is keeping her so bitter and angry. I love her, and I pray every day that we will be reconciled in time. But, time takes time.”