Tonight I am grasped by nostalgia. I feel compelled to blog before I retire for the night. I have been talked into taking a seminary class about recovery ministry in the church, and in the last two days I have read pages of the first book for the class. A book about a woman recovering from food addiction through a twelve-step program. My problems have never manifested in the ways her’s have, but her journey was very much the same. Addiction is addiction.
In curiosity I turned to my own blog to read my own story. I settled for a few posts of the hundreds available. I used keywords to find what I wanted, and finally I found it. I found that one post that I thought I regretted publishing because it was too transparent. I realized I was quite comfortable with what the post said, and I left it as it was.
Life is a journey. A journey taken with the twelve steps is incredibly fruitful and satisfying. I cannot always relate to the writer of my blog (myself), but I know that her story is true. I never attempted to tell a story here that was not the truth. In honesty, I am so grateful that it is hard for me to relate to who I was back then. I am incredibly grateful that the pain that twisted through me has been healed. Resurrection life flows through my veins.
So here is one more blog post. Perhaps that is all the more there will be. Maybe tomorrow I will say something again. Maybe I will not.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11