5 February 2015
In my prayer today I light a candle and take off my sandles, and the floor of the church feels cold in my socks, like a fishpond. It’s my first day without cigarettes, without sugar and chocolate, without drugs and the world feels like a Persian rug pulled from under my feet. I’m not afraid to admit my powerlessness. I am powerless and afraid. Still it is only through prayer I can admit this, the first steps of a baby.
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