Some people living in one day at a time recovery come to understand that we are the reality of the blind hearing the mute. In other words we are the victims of a wonderful and unexpected grace born in the miracle of desperation. In reality, even though we cannot see, one day at a time we can hear what is not being said and what is being said when we cry out for help is God, the spirit, or the universe is saying, “I am with you. You are my child.” We hear this in the midst of turbulent waters and broken dreams as we wash up on the dry shores of recovery. Some of us will call it a gift. Some of us will call it life. It is the reality of the blind hearing he mute. We are bending but not broken and we are grateful. Peace.
