Came, Came To, Came To Believe...

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Some of us won't believe in God, others can't, and still others who do believe that God exists have no faith whatever He will perform this miracle.
— TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 25

When I first began my journey in recovery, my faith was weak.  I didn't understand how something greater than myself could restore me to sanity.  I started to believe it was working for others but it wouldn't work for me.  I went to meetings and I was seeing people transform into productive members of society.  Still, I didn't have the feeling that this was what was going to help me.  
I was so used to running the show, self will run riot so to speak.  It was a slow process for me, but I kept going to meetings and witnessing the wonderful gift that God was giving everyone.
So I slowly and reluctantly began incorporating God in my life with daily readings, prayer,  meetings and service work.  I began to realize that faith requires action.  I can't tell you exactly when it happened, but I began to believe that God could and would help me.  
As I looked back on my life, I realized the whole time, God was right there with me.  He was holding my hand through the darkest of times and I didn't know.  He kept me alive and led me to my journey in recovery.
Today, things are different for me.  I believe in a power greater than myself and have no doubts whatever about his plans for me.  I trust in God, clean house, and help others. 
 What a concept!!




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