It is for discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons. For what son is there whom his father does not discipline?

Hebrews‬ ‭12‬:‭7

Boy, we can endure.

Addiction wears away at us over the long haul. It sifts us angrily. It veers us desperately off course. It beats us.

And we hunker down. We weather the storm. Because we need it more than we hate the pain.

We have almost everything backward and inside out when we get to recovery. We’ve often lost faith, and with it, hope. We’ve often given over our will and best interests.

But we know how to endure. The wrong things yes. But this is a transferable skill.

For sobriety and its requisite discipline, we endure the addictive path that brings us to the doors of recovery.

And then our endurance is put to the test. Will we persevere through the discomforts of sobriety to shed our selfish past?

Will we put the work in now to redeem our selfish present?

Will we trudge this path with purpose and direction for the hope of glory?

The discipline we receive in recovery threatens our willingness if we keep our old state of mind. We must stop fleeing from anything that challenges our instincts.

Our instincts are effed up. Better to simply concede that upon arrival, we may not be dead yet, but we are a far cry from functional.

Here we let God discipline us. From His word. From our fellows. From meetings. We tune our ears to hear from Him.

God, give me ears to hear.