This morning I languished in the empty space luxuriating between sleep and lucidity. This sweet spot is my favorite time of the day, caught up in the deliciousness of a quiet, empty, mind and the kind of peace that feels soft and silky like the trim on a baby’s blanket. What better place to open the day with a little prayer. Gratitude softly rises as a natural expression when I am in this state. I stretched. I smiled. I ticked off a few of my many blessings....another day of life, recovery, family, friends, having just enough, and, the daily expressions of God’s love for me (when I stay alert and teachable).
So, this was the morning... He must have sensed my peace and comfort and thought it a good time to remind me of my commitment to work with Him on a forgiveness letter, written in my hand, from His compassionate heart. He suggested we do this and pay no attention to the crazy blonde lady who often party-crashes inside my head.
Your Greatest Fan (aka God)