Endigar 717 ~ Hope

From the Daily Reflections of March 02;

Do not be discouraged. (Alcoholics Anonymous, page 60).

Few experiences are of less value to me than fast sobriety. Too many times discouragement has been the bonus for unrealistic expectations, not to mention self-pity or fatigue from my wanting to change the world by the weekend. Discouragement is a warning signal that I may have wandered across the God line. The secret of fulfilling my potential is in acknowledging my limitations and believing that time is a gift, not a threat.

Hope is the key that unlocks the door of discouragement. The program promises me that if I do not pick up the first drink today, I will always have hope. Having come to believe that I keep what I share, every time I encourage, I receive courage. It is with others that, with the grace of God and the Fellowship of A.A., I trudge the road of happy destiny. May I always remember that the power within me is far greater than any fear before me. May I always have patience, for I am on the right road.





My dichotomy of perspective is frustratingly fascinating to me. Although nothing significant may change in my environment, my shift in emotions and perspective throws me threw the mirror glass, into the home of whatever reflection I was gazing into. For me, hope is always connected with faith in a plan, a process, a course of action. The ultimate results belong to the human collective, and is grafted into the ultimate work of the Infinite One.  When my expectations are guided by my fear of being alone and discounted, then my home is the world of the Infinite No One, the human exile, the futility of work. My expectations have been misdirected into a war with whatever scapegoat my beaten soul can wrap around.

When I am able to believe in the guided destiny of my Higher Power, when I believe in the value of the collective body of humanity, when I can breath and know that my work counts, I can make a plan in my 24 hour circle and I can feel the hope of a new and more powerful life unfolding in and around me. My hope is the life flower of deep roots in the soil where I have been planted.

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