God’s will for me was to stay put and be grateful for the beauty of the beach.
It was my first summer sober, and I was excited to be heading to California on vacation. My sponsor made me promise to get to a meeting every day during my trip.
Upon arriving at Big Sur, I called AA and found a noon meeting, but the beach that morning was breathtaking—salty breeze, brilliant sun and sand. As it grew closer to noon, I muttered, “I’m absolutely certain that the God of my understanding wouldn’t have me leave this incredible spot for an AA meeting. I’m sure of that!”
My sponsor’s voice nagged at me as I tried to...