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.
Deeper dives, thematic explorations (e.g. “Grace vs. Grit”)
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.
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.
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.
Sixty days.Didn’t earn a medal.Barely earned a nap.But I’m still here.Still walking.Still not quitting.
I know the on-ramp.I’ve taken it before.Food in the passenger seat,shame in the trunk.But today I passed it.Flipped it the bird,kept driving.
The mirror lies.Says I’m fat, broken, behind.But the truth? I’m showing up. I’m fighting.And that reflection matters more than what I see.