5th Step - Not Yet at Peace
IT IS a beautiful, tropical Sunday morning here in Panama. I am sitting at the dining-room table, working on lesson plans for our AA group's regular Wednesday-night study session.
Looking through the window, I see the parked cars of those who are attending services at a neighborhood church. I often think that maybe I should be in that church, too. As time marches on and my period of sobriety lengthens, I feel more and more the spiritual stirrings in my heart. Little by little I am awakened, as alcohol looses its grasp over my soul. The thinking is becoming a bit less stinking, and I...
-- T. R. T.