“We will only fall
when we follow
the voice of our ego;
for it is impossible
to stumble when following
the whisper of the Spirit,
because it never lets go.”
~ Kelly Young
The selfish Ego is self esteem on steroids,
the loud voice of pride that proceeds the fall.
Today, pursue the balance, seek the silence,
listen to the whispers of the Spirit as you
follow the path that leads you to doing
the will of your loving Higher Power,
doing the next right thing.
Recovery is following the whisper of the Spirit.
Sobriety is a blessing from a Higher Power
ME and the Boss
“As the practice
of prayer continues,
I will find I don’t
for God can, and does,
hear my thoughts
Daily Reflections, p.322
Every thought is a prayer.
Silence is God’s opportunity to talk.
One of the benefits of sobriety
and of working the Twelve Steps of A. A.
is a discipline that allows one to practice
those things that improve one’s life.
Today, know that there is no right way to pray
and it is only by practice that you may discover
a way of praying that will be just right for you.
Recovery is one day at a time.
Sobriety is a blessing from our Higher Power.
ME and the Boss
And, if no one has told you yet today,
God loves you and so do we.
For the entire month
of April, 2013,
this will be my daily
home as I attempt
by a few of my
The daily motivational, spiritual post will be continued at :
“My verses, I cannot say poems.
I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay,
unhappily in my own horrible sneakers.” — Dorothy Rothschild Parker
Listen to the silence
Hear the Uni-verse speaking
Souls seeking love and peace.
Still the heart
God’s chance to speak
The world cannot know love until you first teach it – heart.
The world cannot know peace until you first experience it – head.
The world cannot know prosperity until first you earn it – hands.
Happiness is first improving ones-self,
and then watching the world change because of your plans.
Love, hugs and prayers…ME and the Boss
via Poem A Day For April, Part Deux | The Ranting Papizilla.
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