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Grapevine : November 2011
my decision, but at the time I believed I was right. I sought counsel from other persons. I went to meetings and shared about it. e one thing Ididnotdowasaskfor guidance from God. I just went ahead and did what I thought God would have me do. I took another job as a laundry worker, washing dirty underwear for minimum wage. e place I worked in had a five-foot high ceil- ing. I am six feet tall. Yep. I sure showed them who was in charge. I had lots of time to read on the job. So I read my "Twelve and Twelve." I became active in service work and got some satisfaction from that, but something was not right. I couldn't put my finger on it. My sponsor asked me if I had talked to God about this yet. Well, I hadn't of course. So, that's what I did. I got down on my knees at work and said one simple prayer: "Please, God, show me what to do." e next day, my old boss called me and told me that the caseworker had resigned and ask if I would be willing to take the position. Better hours. Better money. Well, naturally, I told him I'd think about it. I guess that sometimes I get so focused on what I believe God's will is that I am unable to see what God's will actually is. Sometimes Ineedtobehitwitha two-by-four. Well, that is precisely what God did that night. I was celebrating my third anniversary at my home group. e speaker was a gentleman about my age. I'd asked him to speak about three months ago. Oh, did I mention that he was a resident at the house where I had worked? He talked about how he had respected me for working there and for resigning because of my strong sense of principles. He said that I had made a di erence. Suddenly, it was all so clear. I accepted the position. God found a way to bring me back again. And, in case you're wondering, I am not there to get them sober. I am there to keep them alive long enough so that they can get sober. And sure, we talk program. I can only hope to make a di erence. Bernie S. Dartmouth, Nova Scotia from him, and b) that even if we did, it would be anything di erent than the obvious needs that I had put forward. How- ever, during our prayer, I clearly felt God telling me that we needed to pray for my father's peace. Peace?? Hello?? Maybe you didn't hear my list ... What we have here is a lack of communication. I told Susan, and she said we should pray for peace. e next day, my stepmother called and said that my father, who was on hospice care at his home by this time, had taken to wandering the house in the middle of the night, alone and anxious about his death, unable to find any ... peace. In this manner I be- came a convert to Step Eleven. Dianne C. Davidson, N.C. aagrapevine.org 27