Meditation: Part 2 Mysteries

Morning Mysteries

When I wake up I usually hop out of bed. I don’t lounge. That’s because I’m a morning person. If you’re already saying, ‘one of those’ then you may not identify with what I’m about to say.

I love mornings!

I was a sprinter, too. Unlike my son, who excelled in cross-country, I liked 100 meters best. I think being a morning person affects my work patterns. I sprint into the day and have no endurance for the evenings, let alone nights. As you might guess, although I’m an alcoholic I was never a partier. I drank alone at night.

I’m currently a gate guard and work the days. If Debbie couldn’t work the overnight shift, we’d have to give up the gate-guard gig. Night shift? It’s not in me. 4 am is wonderful, anything after 4 pm and I’m just not up for it.

In thinking about our day we may face indecision. We may not be able to determine which course to take. Here we ask God for inspiration, an intuitive thought or a decision. We relax and take it easy. We don’t struggle. We are often surprised how the right answers come after we have tried this for a while. ~ AA  p 85

I was so surprised at this advice. What? It’s 4:30 a.m. and I can’t just sprint ahead–git’r done? A second look tells me I’m free to sprint along without pause as long as I know what I’m doing. When I face indecision, that’s where I should slow down, even if it’s not daylight yet and I’m rarin’ to go. That’s when I should ask God for inspiration. It’s why I start my day before daylight with prayer and meditation.

I don’t think Bill meant for us to over-think things. That wouldn’t be consistent with the AA program. It seems we alcoholics get into big trouble when we start thinking too much. He meant for me to ask for guidance and then wait… and wait… and wait… and…it’s 5:00 a.m. and I can feel the sand slipping through my hourglass!

I love the next sentence. I feel like it was written for me, We relax and take it easy... ahhh. Very little of what I do or have ever done is so important that I can’t wait a bit. “It’s not organ transplant,” says Trudy, a good friend of mine. That is so true. In fact, even if I were a surgeon and faced indecision, I’d hope that I would wait until I had a clear plan before sprinting ahead.

It makes sense, asking God for an inspiration, an intuitive thought or a decision. If He gives me one of those, then how can I go wrong? It’s worth trying. Indecision used to make me crazy. Sometimes now I realize it’s an opportunity for trusting God to show the way. I just have to be willing to wait.

Have you tried this? Let me know how it works for you.