SherrieTheriault
January 30
The Was and the Is
The Silent Scream that existed as a placeholder for my G-d
was incomprehensible to me. I entered AA
and was informed that understanding my Higher Power was required not just some
far distant goal. In true alcoholic form
my first move was to shun G-d. This made
room for my rage which was in much need of the space. After a few fine years of dissipation I lost
interest in incendiary devices no matter how large their detonation
capacity. Having cleared the room I
brought in G-d as potted plant. I talked
to it occasionally, watered and fed it, mostly ignored it. Growing in spite of lacking ministrations G-d
was an unobtrusive force living in the corner changing gas into air and
demanding nothing. As I quelled my
apprehension and lived with the Presence I looked, listened, probed and
questioned the subtle Force sharing the room. “Add it up,” chanted the children
in my ear, “run the numbers, settle the accounts.” I calculated proofs and discarded the faulty
and inaccurate. What was left, the
whole, not the remainder was mine to keep, but it was not everything. I haven’t an everything G-d, because I am not
a nothing person. I am something and G-d
is something too. We are complimentary,
like pairs of angles who come full circle.
Show the sun the souls of your feet
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane
http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault