More words from NA

Here is another writing from my NA Group that I would like to share with you. My art collaborator, Sierra, is typing this for me.

I'm your disease.

I hate meetings. I hate higher power. I hate anyone who has a program. To anyone who has a program. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and I wish you suffering. Allow me to introduce myself; I am the disease of addiction. Cunning, baffling, and powerful, that's me. I have killed millions, and I am pleased. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort, have I not? Wasn't I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die didn't you call me? I was there. I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love when I make you so numb you can not hurt or cry. You can't feel anything at all. This is true glory. I will give you instant gratification and all I ask of you is long term suffering. I've been there for you always. When things were going right in your life, you invited me. You said you didn't deserve these good things, and I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all things good in your life. People don't take me seriously. They take stroke saeriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools that they are, they don't know that without my help these things would not be made possible. I am such a hated disease, and yet I do not come uninvited. You choose to have me. So many have choosen me over reality and peace.

Words of wisdom from my NA Group

As most of you know I am a recovering addict. Today I want to share some words I got from my Narcotics Anonymous Group. These words really help me and I hope they will be of help to any of my readers who need them.

It is only a tiny rosebud

A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I.

GOD opens this flower so sweetly,

Then, in my hands, they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

The flower of God's design,

Then how can I have the wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So, I'll trust in Him for leading

Each moment of my day.

I will look to Him for His guidance

Each moment of my day.

I will look to Him for His guidance

Each step of the Pilgrim's way.

The pathway that lies before me

Only my Heavely Father knows

I'll trust him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

Thanks for listening.