Came To Believe

I took a long, hard look at my life and decided I had nothing to lose – and I made the decision to try. After all, I admitted that I was powerless over alcohol, and I could readily see that my life was unmanageable. Taking it to the next Step was easier than I imagined. Step Two promised the possibility of a return to sanity, and perhaps a faith in a “higher power.” What did I have to lose? Not much at this point. After a period of time my mind did begin to clear and my thinking began to at least become manageable, and I began to “hear” the words of others, with an open mind. I worked on my sobriety and left my “faith in a Higher Power.” After a time, I did come to believe and made the “decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of God as I understood Him.” It turned out to be the best decision I ever made. If the power of faith can make a drunk sober, then who am I to question this faith in a Higher Power? It was working in the lives of many at the tables, and there was no reason to think that it would not also work in my life.
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9 thoughts on “Came To Believe

  1. My soul rests with you, my Anamchara.

    My wife says that knowledge is knowing what to say and wisdom is knowing when to say it.

    I admit that I try to keep the short and sweet and to the point and lots of times I’m sure I do this to a fault.

    If someone asks me what time it is I certainly try my best to avoid telling them how to make a watch.

    We all know a few people who go off on tangents when they are telling us thier tale which lots of times would be very delightful conversation especially in appropriate times and situations.

    Occasionally I have known someone who keeps a timer on their telephone conversations and seems to pride themselves in their length or duration.
    I personally get right tired of long telephone conversations but I dearly love to hear someone spin a delightful story in the right situation.

    I suppose this is just piqué dumping so thank you for listening.

    Do you have any?

    I’m Harry, grateful alcoholic and devoted 12th stepper.

  2. Top of the morning family,
    I’ve heard it mentioned that:
    Year one – I came
    Year two – I came to
    Year three – I came to believe
    It is written: all things are possible for one who believes.
    I woke up sober. Didn’t self’s unbelief pound sand for helplessness/hopelessness. For this, I’m humbled through His grace. His mercy unto me showcases His glory for others to witness.
    Today, belief manifests itself into trust. “I trust You”. Self-preservation kicks in high gear, when I’m looking at the impossibility of a given situation(s). Self/ego desires that I need to act. Actions of self, always results in foolish decisions. Trusting in the One who created me wants me to “be still”. I’m working in your life; My peace is with you. Today, my trust in Divine Mercy is stronger than yesterday’s. Not only must I believe, but trust I must. Even the master deceiver believes in God.

    Even though I’m not mountain biking today, its a good day to have a good day.

  3. Everyone’s path is different. I came to AA late and I believe I would have died if I waited until year three to come to believe. I was through the steps and working step twelve before my 90 in 90. Believe me that is not bragging. That was a sign of how desperate I was when I came in. The people who I observe to be successful do not have a timeline but the show incremental, continual spiritual progress.

  4. Came in as a high bottom drunk; didn’t know it at the time.
    Didn’t know how alienated from life, from myself and from reality I was.
    Didn’t know shame filled me; how self centred I was.
    Didn’t even have any idea who I was; the admonition “to thine own self be true” completely baffled me.
    Was clueless to the damage I did to my family; empathy for those close to me completely escaped me, lost in reactive response.
    I also had lost the power of choice over alcohol.
    Then I met you guys…
    I didn’t really get much of anything you said and refused to even consider most of what I could understand- especially “HP” and “spirituality”.
    The only thing I was able to do, ODAAT, was to not take a drink and to keep coming back.
    But you always made me feel welcome.
    After two years, one of you asked me “When are you gonna take this thing seriously?”.
    My life has never been the same…
    Grateful for the Gift

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