Day 70 – Promise Land Glimpse (reflection/prayer)
Seventy days.Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—but seventy returns.I caught a glimpse today—of the peace You promised,the life You said was possible.God, let me keep walking toward it.
Seventy days.Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—but seventy returns.I caught a glimpse today—of the peace You promised,the life You said was possible.God, let me keep walking toward it.
I told the cravings, “Fuck off.”I told God, “Amen.”Sometimes that’s the whole program.
Recovery feels like a dirt road through nowhere.But I’ve been lost before,and this ain’t that.This is heading home.
God,The only thing keeping me upright todayis bitter coffee and holy words.I’ll take it.Meet me here.
The voice told me I could handle “just one.”I laughed in its face.Because I know how that movie ends—and I’m tired of re-runs.
I don’t bring You victory.I don’t bring You polish.I bring empty handsand a heart still pulsing.You call it enough.
Got carried by my people today.Didn’t ask, didn’t want to.They showed up anyway.That’s recovery. That’s grace.
God,Even if it means gravel in my skin,I’ll keep dropping to my knees.Better scraped in prayer than whole in self-will.
Life’s been chaos. Work, family, program sideways.But I strapped in and didn’t bail.Sometimes the ride just sucks, but bailing makes it worse.
Addict brain said I was burned out.Dead wood.Ash heap.God said, “Strike the match.”Now I’m glowing again.