I am a recovering compulsive overeater, abstinent by the grace of God one more day at a time.


From today’s entry in Voices of Recovery:

“Just for today, I have not found it necessary to break my abstinence. OA took away all my excuses, and for that alone I am grateful.” — Overeaters Anonymous, First Edition, p. 35


Remember that embarrassing Santa on Miracle on 34th Street?  “But a man’s got to do something to keep warm!” the staggering drunk squeaked.  Any of my excuses seem as empty as that when I look at them through sober eyes.  One of the most insidious lies I hear most often is, “You HAVE to have SOME indulgence!”  People outside of recovery from compulsive overeating just don’t get this one, and perhaps they never will.  To me, this excuse sounds as ridiculous as our sloshed Santa demanding his warmth.  There are no excuses.  Nothing is worth my abstinence!  It has brought me under proper alignment with God and man, and has restored me to sanity.  Why would I give that up?



From Proverbs 9:

12 If you are wise, your wisdom will reward you;
if you are a mocker, you alone will suffer.”


Right relationship with God and right action with right motives causes the right things to happen in our lives.  This is reasonable.  Mockery, the outspoken display of the foolish, sets the defiant apart from the rightness that brings the blessings of Life.  I am recovering from the mockery that had me standing outside the blessing of God, learning to apply the wisdom I receive from my Higher Power to my own actions, and striving for a unidirectional purpose.  As I progress on this heading, I find more and more evidences of God’s hand on my life, and His hand is blessing enough for me.  Suffering alone was never worth whatever momentary boost I thought I got from sounding haughty or ruggedly independent!



From my reading through the Bible, currently in Psalm 147 through 150:

Did you ever wonder what makes God happy?  We self-centered humans think a lot about how He can make us happy, but Psalm 147 says we, who trust in Him, are His delight.  That’s enough to keep me warm right there!

10 His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his delight in the legs of a man;
11 the Lord delights in those who fear him,
who put their hope in his unfailing love.”


This chapter is also home to my new mission statement, in verse 3, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”  God has pointed me in the direction of nursing for my next career, and it is time for me to get started on that path.


Psalm 148:13,

“Let them praise the name of the Lord,
for his name alone is exalted;
his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.”

Psalm 149:4-5,

For the Lord takes delight in his people;
he crowns the humble with salvation.
Let the saints rejoice in this honor
and sing for joy on their beds.”


It seems appropriate that the glory of our new relationship that brings freedom for us and delight for Him would be celebrated in the same place where we once shed so many tears of shame, regret, fear, and loneliness.  Does anybody else find the bed a place for reflection and honesty?  I read recently that the person we are in the dark is the person God sees.  I think it is who we are in the dark that we really have to face in all honesty, when the hair, shape and eyes become invisible and all that remains is soul and spirit.  There I was, and it left me wanting.  Now, there I am, and I smile comfortably in His hand.


Psalm 150, the last of the Psalms, demands:

Praise the Lord.[Hebrew Hallelu Yah; also in verse 6]

Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.”

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.”


I often celebrate the breath of the Lord.  It is the life-giving force of man, the Holy Spirit that gives man life, first breathed into the nostrils of the clay form of Adam in Genesis 2:7.  It is the Breath of God that provides for the spirit of man, and therefore any spiritual recovery man may seek.  Spirit means breath.  (From – Latin spīritus orig., a breathing, equivalent to spīri-,  combining form representing spīrāre  to breathe+ -tus  suffix of v. action)  So, as I exhale self like so much carbon dioxide, I inhale God’s Life-giving Holy Spirit, and celebrate His sustenance and provision.  In the annotations of this passage I see an ancient praise that helps me accomplish this in the language of God’s first-chosen people, “Hallelu Yah,” or “Halleluia,” which literally means “Hail to Yahweh” or as written in the contemporary, “Praise the Lord!”  What a wonderful way to close out the Psalms, with this bit of help and encouragement to Praise the One who makes all things possible!




From The “Big Book” of Alcoholics Anonymous, pages 1112:

“It began to look as though religious people were right after all. Here was something at work in a human heart which had done the impossible. My ideas about miracles were drastically revised right then. Never mind the musty past; here sat a miracle directly across the kitchen table. He shouted great tidings. I saw that my friend was much more than inwardly reorganized. He was on a different footing. His roots grasped a new soil.”