Now true comfort for me is waking up with that clean, happy feeling, knowing I was abstinent the day before. True comfort is:

• Hearing the birds sing
• Breathing the sweet breath of life
• Thrilling to the beauty of nature
• Loving this moment
• Loving the people I’m with
• Being grateful all the time.

So deep and pure and satisfying is abstinence, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 73-80).

What is my true comfort?
Hearing the aged furnace begin
when I begin to be chilled.
Knowing we’ve options even if it fails.
Remembering a grandson in my lap
playing a game with mahjong tiles,
telling the five-year-0ld, “I call this one hashtag”
and the response, “I call it hashtag, too.”
The loyalty of an old dog who will sleep
on the floor beside my bed.
People who express appreciation for me,
who say they depend on me, want me near.
A husband who can be infuriating
but when I’m not well gives me his all.
Loyal kids who would do anything they can
to help me, to protect me, to love me.
Friends old and new who care about me,
want the best for me. An opportunity to serve,
to male a difference, to add to the common welfare,
a good life, a meaningful role to fill,
a God to serve. This, not material possessions
give me true comfort.