Tuesday, January 23, 2018

My Name is Martha...

Sometimes CoDA meetings are eh... and sometimes I take a lot home. Random topics or readings drawn from the bottom of a box have been poured as disinfectant on infected sores or applied like a healing salve on tender wounds.

Words. The way we communicate says so much about us, and yet we pay so little attention to what we are saying... I'm learning. It's a slow, and sometimes agonizing process, but I'm gaining ground a step at a time. Just when I think my wheels are grinding to a halt, God throws a little grit on the road and I gain a bit of traction once again.

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