I remember a lot of times when I was out living on the streets, addicted to drugs. I would come out safely on the other side of some really perilous situations. I just knew, beyond any doubt, that I had been carried, or propelled forward by some force that I couldn’t see or understand. There was nothing I did right, or wisely that had helped me make it through. I played no role in my survival. It was beyond me.
I forget sometimes that even now, I’m still carried by that force, still in the arms of that power. Why wouldn’t I be? Why would it have stopped guiding me just because I’ve stayed clean a little while?
