Aside from visiting with my family while I’m in Hopkinsville, I love to spend as much time as possible with my spiritual family there, too. I’m grateful that no matter how long I’m away—and it’s going on six years now—I’m always greeted warmly with open arms and long, tight hugs when I return. I’m so grateful I got to got to see them a few times while I was there this time! I love to feel the genuine love and happy relief of knowing that we’re all still here (alive) and “doing this thing.”
These are my real friends, and it doesn’t matter how much time passes between visits. I know for a fact that they love me and are genuinely concerned for my complete wellbeing…physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. It seems like a tall order for any one person; actually it’s impossible. That’s why we alcoholics need one another. No one else can understand us like we understand each other. And that’s ok.
I gravitate to the AA clubhouse because I want to be there. This goes for anywhere we go. It doesn’t matter if I know the people at the meeting or if I don’t. I’ve never felt more at home than I do in a roomful of alcoholics in recovery, and if they are people I’ve known ‘for a few 24 hours’ as it was this past Friday evening, all the better! As I’ve heard it said many times, probably because it’s true, “God brought me to AA, and AA brought me to God.” I’m grateful for His presence in the rooms of AA. I’m grateful to witness His work in the members of my spiritual family.
For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call. Acts 2:39
