Tuesday, July 8, 2008


I was imagining.

Sitting in God's hands. Just resting there. Feeling the tangible warmth from my Higher Powers hands soaking into me. Feeling an amazing peaceful that all would be well. That I was loved, accepted, and cared for.

Imagining that I don't have to beat myself up for all my failures. Imagining that I am not responsible for all the out comes. Imagining that God does not have it out for me.

Being able to do the same. To love the person right in front of me. To care and accept that person, just as they are. Not having to influence them or change them. Just being with them.

Just being here. No pointless remembering, no fruitless speculating. Sitting right here, with God. At this moment.

As I sit, imagining, I feel so grateful. For being sober. For the sense of feeling clean, no longer porning or chatting. Being on a journey of discovery. For the puzzles pieces that never seemed to fit starting to form recognizable shapes.

Imagining I could do walk hand in hand with God, through each of the moments that make up a day.

Just imagining.


Mary P Jones (MPJ) said...

Another lovely post. I think that act of imagining would make a great daily meditation exercise. I am going to give it a try.

indistinct said...

I often used my imagination to think the worst outcomes. It's time I used it to think of the positive.