HP

Even as a little girl I struggled with the idea of God.

The image of him I was raised with, resembled Poseidon minus the big fork.

He was sometimes scary, sometimes protective, but never compassionate.

When I got sober I was introduced to the concept of Higher Power and I got to define that in whatever way shape or form worked for me. HP became how I referenced this new concept.

My relationship with HP felt colloquial, personal, genuine. I didn’t have an image of it, but more a feeling.

Yesterday 30 miles into a bike ride, I lay my bike down on the side of the road and sat on a big rock. I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and drank some water.

I felt HP’s presence and it was good.

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