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There are countless ways by which my progress and growth in The Program can be measured.   One of the most important is my awareness that I’m no longer compelled, almost obsessively, to go around judging everything and everybody.  My only business today is to work on changing myself, rather than other people, places and things.  In its own way, the obsession of being forever judgmental was as burdensome to me as the obsession of my addiction;  I’m grateful that both weights have been lifted from my shoulders.  When I become judgmental, will I remind myself that I’m trespassing on God’s territory?

Today I Pray

Forgive me my trespasses, when I have become the self-proclaimed judge-and-jury of my peers.  By  being judgmental, I have trespassed on the rights of others to judge themselves– and on the rights of God in the Highest Court of all.  May I throw away all my judgmental tools — my own yardstick and measuring tapes, my own comparisons, my unreachable standards — and accept each person as an individual beyond compare.


I got a G-d box this morning.

The wood is cherry.  It was turned on a lathe and sanded and polished, stained and given a fuzzy liner inside.
It's gorgeous.  And he made it just for me.  He, who lost his wife to leukemia.  He who's sponsored me for more than two decades.  He who's loved me, seemingly, forever.

"I was going to make you a 'G-d barrel'" he joked.  "Write small.."
The point was good.
The reading just put the exclamation point on the whole deal.

And today was the day that I learned, first hand, that another loved member of our small group was diagnosed with cancer--in his lungs, in his liver, in his bones and in his prostrate.


Write small.......
I'm going to the river to sit.
I need to talk to the Big Guy.

And then I need to come home and write small..........