Picking up where I left off. . .

I’m amazed and a bit chagrined that I have been away from my blog for three weeks.  It’s the longest I have been away since beginning it in 2009.  And actually, I didn’t go any place.  I was simply caught up in the book I am writing and a writer strikes while the iron is hot.  I was making good progress and every minute I could, every minute I wasn’t preparing for a talk or a workshop, I was deep in thought and sitting at the computer plugging away.  I plan to spend next week rereading it very carefully, making additional changes where necessary, and then off it goes to the publisher.  Number 27 it is.  What a journey this has been.

Occasionally I think back to how it all began.  I was fairly new in recovery, hurting most of the time because my connection to a Higher Power wasn’t very secure.  I didn’t seem to have the level of joy and confidence that others had.  I’d go to meetings, feel pretty good, go out for coffee with the group; then go home and worry.  What began to give me solace was journaling.  My contact with the God of my understanding was made each time I sat down to write.  I could breathe a bit easier then.

Eventually Each Day A New Beginning was born.  Unfortunately, my insecurities didn’t disappear.  The book didn’t change every thing about my journey but writing it did teach me that when I sat quietly, God would show up and comfort me.  The words I heard I shared with others. That’s still the journey I am taking.  I sit and the God of my understanding nudges me.  I can’t say I hear actual words but I don’t hesitate about what to write next.  I just write and the words flow from my finger tips.  It’s really an amazing experience.

I would guess that I will keep writing books as long as I feel this kind of connection.  It’s comforting and when any thing comforts us, it’s good to keep doing it.  Wouldn’t you agree?  So until the joy is gone, you can count on seeing new books and blog posts from me.  Knowing that I have a purpose for my life is a blessing for sure.  And I felt purposeless when it all began.  God was simply waiting for me to sit down and listen, I think.