Checking in.
890 Days.
Ever read something you just got to share with everyone and hope every reads it. Brought tears to my eyes.
I believe some of you know I’m struggling, living with my alcoholic. I’ve been going to AlAnon. And And it is helping. I feel like I’m actually working a program. Anyway….
This brought tears to my eyes.
We are so fucken powerless.
Sorry it’s so long.
Turmoil and Tranquility at the
Ocean’s Edge
I am Powerless
While I sat at the ocean’s edge, it was obvious that there was a Power greater than I. The sea was immense—waves rolling in and out without ceasing. Nothing I could do would stop the motion, change the waves significantly, or corral the vast amount of water that stretched to the horizon and beyond. I was absolutely powerless over this body of water.
I observed beachgoers over the course of a week. When the surf was rough and choppy, most people noted the advisories and stayed on shore. A few went in anyway where they were thrashed about. One was scraped and bloodied, another was caught in a riptide—a lifeguard had to rescue him.
When the water was calm, people of all ages relaxed in the water where the ocean gently massaged them. As the waves got a little bigger, people had fun bodysurfing or catching a wave on a surfboard.
The pleasure, the tranquility, came from accepting the ocean for what it was and responding to it accordingly. No amount of cajoling could whip up waves to surf on a calm day. No amount of screaming or whining could calm the rolling sea on a stormy day.
God used my week at the ocean to help me see that there is at least one vast thing over which I am totally powerless—over which I will never have control. Could I possibly be equally powerless over alcohol and my alcoholic loved ones as well?
Instead of spending my life trying to control the uncontrollable and always wishing the day brought something different, can’t I go with the flow today? I can relax, rejoice, and be recreated in the calm moments, and not allow myself to enter into the storms when they roll in.
In this way, I can admit my powerlessness over alcohol, yet keep control over my feelings and reactions. By letting go and trusting God. I can enjoy my life the same way I enjoy the beach—“One Day at a Time.”
By Barb R. January, 2007
God Bless you all


I’m going to try and go with the flow today.