Wondrously show Your lovingkindness, O
take refuge at Your right hand. . . .
Psalm 17:7 (NAS)
The dog run where I take Millie for her exercise and
social life is also an interesting place to observe people. The other day I
overheard a conversation between two women sitting next to me on a bench.
Older Woman: What day is it?
Younger Woman: Fifteen.
YW: Thanks. I never thought I’d make it,
night. I really wanted to.
OW: But you didn’t.
YW: No. But I’m ashamed of myself for
wanting to. I just
kept praying and the urge passed. I went to a meeting first thing this morning
and talked about it to the group.
OW:What will you do the next time the urge hits
YW: Pray. Pick up the phone. Find a meeting.
OW: You’re going to be all right then.
Don’t be ashamed. The
one thing you can always do is pray. God understands.
YW: I never believed in God, let alone prayer,
it’s saving my life, I guess.
OW: I’m praying for you too, dear. Lots
of people are.
The older woman rose and retrieved her dog,
and the younger
woman pulled out a book. I watched Millie chase another golden retriever in a
big circle until they skidded to a stop. Then I stole a peek at what the woman
was reading—the Big Book, the Alcoholics Anonymous spiritual blueprint for
recovery from alcoholism, a day at a time. She turned the page, and I closed my
eyes. She had one more person praying for her.
You are there for us, God, as our highest power
By Edward Grinnan