Arms-length

Early in my recovery process, I felt quite vulnerable. Even with my growing number of recovery tools, accountability partners and friends. And while still living in my stuff/dysfunction, I felt downright naked, without much covering at all. Let me explain. Before I found recovery (or it found me, however you want to approach it), I… Continue reading Arms-length

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Red Plaid Memories

Well, this morning on my way to have my weekly breakfast out and quiet time, God decided to do a little business with me. His favorite thing these days is to bring a piece of music on the radio and use each note like an arrow into my heart, lancing the grief blister that I… Continue reading Red Plaid Memories