I am feeling tastes of possibly returning strength. Not that kind of strength that will move me personally, forward anywhere in recovery, ...certainly not, but the type of strength that comes only from grace and will allow me to trust that I can through baby-steps, manage better what comes my way, together and while knowing that I am doing my best.
Also, today the phone rang unexpected and the news on the other end was nothing short of grace as well. ......Grace for my daughter whom I love very much. As I had been discouraged in first hoping to arrange for this, and then I did anyways, and like at the speed of light, V'roosh...grace may've just come through the telephone lines. I want to believe its constructive and not destructive. It's suppose to be. I have such a terrible problem with trust. I've ended up trusting untrustworthy people, places, as well as, things - ........while not trusting, trustworthy people, places, as well as, sometimes things.
