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.
