I went to an open AA meeting in Childersburg on July 2. The topic was pain. Ever since then the line from a song keeps going through my head- "this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees." It has dawned on me more than once about how we each have to hit a bottom, whether we are an alcoholic, addict or the family of one, before we will drop to our knees and seek out our Higher Power. It happened to me two years ago. And that time where I prostated myself at His feet has made all the difference in me.

Here I am two years after that in a similiar situation without any of that anxiety that I had before. I'm still in prayer but my faith has multiplied to the point that I don't worry as I used to. Oh, I slip now and then because I'm human but I quickly get myself back on the narrow path.

I used to worry about falling so short of that mark of perfection. I don't bother with that any more. I do not strive to be perfect because it would be a hopeless, useless ideal to chase. I will never be perfect. But I can be a better version of what I used to be and that is what I strive to become.