Yep, I'm in recovery, have been for awhile--but it took alot of tries before this old cowboy got it, or should I say before God got me !
A wise old preacher once wrote, "No life on this earth finds the real, deep springs of communion with the almighty until it has met adversity and, by that adversity, has been forced to a point that it is broken, utterly helpless before God".
I found first hand that this statement is absolutely true. I did not believe in God, and I would think that you were a crackpot if you told me that you believed in God. It was only in desperation that I walked over that bridge, took that leep of faith and became willing to believe in a power greater than myself. In that very moment God healed me and left no doubt as to his existence. I have not been the same since that day.
These are not the twelve steps of recovery!
I admitted that I can do anything, and my life is just peachie.
I came to believe that I could fix myself.
I made a decision to run my own life because I've done such a good job so far.
Because there is nothing wrong with me, I will concentrate on you and what you're up to.
Admitted to God, to you, and to another human being the exact nature of your wrongs.
I will be quick to needle you and point out all your defects of character.
Prayed to God for your sorry butt.
I made a list of all the people who have harmed me and became willing for them to apologize to me.
Made appointments for these jerks to make their amends to me.
Continued to take inventory and promptly admitted it when you were wrong.
Sought through stress and medication to improve my karma, praying only for the things that I want.
Having had gastric distress as a result of these steps, I tried to fix you whenever I can, and to have affairs whenever possible.
If I can be of any help, please contact me.