How often have you been listening to a song and you feel that you are being spoken to? Better yet how often have you been at a church service and during the sermon you feel as though God himself has come down and spoke to you?
I remember on December 31, 2011 my sisters and I were in Lamar, Missouri for the funeral of our Uncle Kenny, the youngest of our Grandma Wanda’s three children and the second that she had had to bury. Our mother was the first in May 1998. During the service the preacher was not performing a normal funeral, it was more like a lecture to my cousins and although I did not realize it at the time – I also was being spoke to. I wish I could say that it did some good. Unfortunately I was in the beginnings of a new addiction to cocaine and very much so in my alcoholism – unbeknownst to my sisters and grandma.
My favorite times though are when I am attending either a face to face or online meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. So many times I am listening to others sharing their own experience strength and hope and it seems they have just plopped themselves in front of me, speaking directly to me and reminding me that I am worth it and that it does continue to get better.
Yet, the greatest feeling is not knowing who I have spoke to and given my experience , strength and hope to in those same meetings when I share. My inner voices often say they spoke to me long before I picked up a drink or did a line and told me not to and that I just did not listen. Imagine that, me not listening when I am being spoken to!!!
That’s what’s in “My Rattled Cage” today, thanks for stopping by!!