Those close to me are well-aware of my many trials and tribulations. They know of my mental, professional, and legal struggles. They know of my addictions and of my path of recovery.
While this blog initially consisted of random thoughts and observations, I’m now adding a new feature that will chronicle the insights and lessons that I continue to stumble upon as I travel the rather steep and sometimes treacherous path of recovery.
This feature will not be a casual glance in the morning mirror…a glance taken only after the image has been showered, shaved and combed. This will be an intense examination of my “remains.”
Remains are the left-over’s, the remnants and the ruins. To the fraud, the remains are the pressure marks left upon the face when the mask has been removed. To the gambler, the remains are the coins left in one’s pocket after the fortune has been spent.
To the funeral director, the remains are the dead body whose spirit has departed.
But to me…my remains are much more! To me, my remains are the person I’ve admitted myself to be…melded into the person God is allowing me to become. To me, my remains are the mosaic that God is creating out of the broken pieces of my life.
