conversations about addiction, recovery, and faith
“I have not forgotten you. I did not lead you into the wilderness to die.”
A little piece of our story made it to the cover of the New York Times this week . . .
That little piece is a drug called Suboxone.
Stick figure silhouettes cling to dangling color that remains . . . dropping one by one . . . leaving them exposed, leafless . . . .
The woods betray us. We are vulnerable.
Read the full post at her.meneutics.
. . . I don’t mean just the big THANKS. I mean the little thanks — for everyday things. The things that we have to dig into to find a reason for being grateful. It’s a whole lot harder than it appears.