Daily Recovery Blog
Sunday Mar 1, 2026
"Faith can't be taught... it can only be caught." - Wendy V.
FAITH IS OUR GREATEST GIFTI do not consider myself to be a person anyone would come to talk
to about faith. I have a life full of experiences that probably
should have led me closer to God. As an addict, I have overdosed,
and I've had serious car crashes that could have been fatal.
These near death experiences did open my eyes. I felt grateful to
be alive, but it's amazing how soon after these incidents, that I
was right back to using drugs again. After I got clean, I always
wondered why I had so many wake-up calls. In my years of active
addiction, many people were hurt by my actions. One family
member, in particular, was my grandmother. I was clean for a
couple of years, and she was getting up there in her years. I was
fortunate to be able to spend some time with her before she
passed on. Most of the time we spent together was me just
listening to her talk. She had an interesting life. One day I
asked her a question about how she could still love me after all
the problems I'd caused her. Her answer touched my heart. She
said she loved all of her grandchildren. Most of them were able
to accept her love. I could not. She said she was going to
continue loving me until I could learn to accept her love. My
faith may have been weakened many times in my life, but God's
love for me has never diminished. He spoke to me that day
thorough my grandmother.
"Faith is to believe what you do not see: the reward of this
faith is to see what you believe."- St Augustine
Saturday Feb 28, 2026
"You got to wake before you speak up" - Daryll J.
WE CAME. WE CAME TO. WE CAME TO BELIEVE…I am the type of person that needs to believe in something. Even
as little boy, my imagination was very vivid. I wanted to be
somebody important. I needed more attention than other kids. I
believed in the tooth fairy. I believed in Santa Claus. I sang
songs in church that made me feel good. When I got older, other
kids picked on me and called me names. The hope I’d originally
had diminished. I lost my zest for life. I started hating myself.
I wet the bed. I cried myself to sleep. I had low self esteem. I
wanted to feel better. I spent most of my time covering up the
things that hurt me the most. By the time drugs became available
to me, I was more than ready. Drugs did for me what life had
stopped doing. I felt good for the first time in years. I was
immediately enthralled with the whole lifestyle. I felt
important. Drugs worked for quite awhile before I started having
serious problems. By the time I got into recovery, I had sold my
soul to the dope man. I am blessed to have been invited to a
meeting where I was told I was actually needed. Those words were
necessary in order to reach me. I was completely lost. When I was
asked to make the coffee, I started to believe again. Yes, it was
a slow process, but I listened at the meetings. I learned to
follow some simple suggestions. Building back what was lost a
long time ago seemed almost impossible. I was taught that a
strong foundation could weather any of life's storms. The
fellowship loved me until I could learn to love myself. I became
a believer again. The hope I had lost a long time ago returned in
the form of love.
"Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and get used to it
by growing stronger." - Philloppos
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