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“What we needed was a readiness to let go, and an openness to allow our loving God to do deep and lasting work in our hearts and minds.”
– Life with Hope, first edition, page 25
Letting go does not always mean the obvious thing. Sometimes, letting go means allowing myself to feel rage. At other times, it means setting a boundary, and at other times still, it means sitting through pain. In recovery, I have learned to give myself permission to feel. Letting go allows me a space to navigate tough feelings. Sometimes, it is this opening that is integral to my process and journey of recovery. I am not perfect, nobody is, and it is a relief to know that there is no misunderstanding about that between me and God. My Higher Power is with me on this journey.
Final thought: Letting go for me today is rejoicing in the process, the acknowledgment that it is all going to be OK, and the comfort that I am human.
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