Since Easter I have been contemplating the resurrection of Jesus and myself – No, I do not see myself as the daughter of God. NO, I was not put to death and then rose from the dead.

Or did I?

I have been reflecting on all of us in sobriety. Were we not at the bottom? Was our life so very out of control?  Was it impossible to believe that we could have a new, sober life? Isn’t it true that we were living in the shadow of death and saw no way out. Didn’t our friends worry about losing us?

When I walked into my first meeting and saw the bright eyes and smiles of the women, I thought they were angels. The were happy, joyous and free! Through AA and the twelve steps they had been resurrected from their old life of pain and addiction. They lived a new life; one they could never have imagined.

 I crawled into that meeting lost and afraid. And yet I laughed, perhaps for the first time in many, many months.  When it was over, I had hope. Soon, I had the experience of friends telling me that they hardly recognized me!  I looked so calm and healthy. Some folks were skeptical, so they tested. “What have you done?”  Like the apostle Thomas in the upper room, they could not believe the change in me and needed proof.

As time takes time, I worked the steps, followed what was suggested to me and this Easter I realized – I had been resurrected! I was lost and now am found. Blind and now can see. I have been resurrected!

Libbie S