Daily Reflection

“According to the laws of aerodynamics the bumble can’t fly. Its body is too heavy for its wings. But the bumble doesn’t know this fact, and so it flies anyway – for all to see. Remember this when you’re losing hope; God’s proof that the impossible can be.” (A.S. Waldrop)

 I’ve been going through health issues for a good long while now, all of which began way back in 2010 when I was told by a number of doctors over a two-year period that the conditions I was facing probably wouldn’t ever improve and that medicine would be the best solution to manage each of them. At first, I chose to believe that and spent two years of my life following their prescription regimens, all the while feeling as if my spiritual wings had become permanently clipped. Things didn’t improve much at all until I finally opted to seek a Higher Solution, one that believed I would fly again one day.

Over the past six years ever since, I’ve been working on improving my health through a lot of faith, hope, and holistic healing and things have definitely improved, albeit rather slowly for my ego’s taste, but improved nonetheless. While there are plenty of days where I still struggle immensely to keep going and keep believing, there are also days where I have done things that would most likely baffle the very same doctors who told me my life would be limited from there on out and to just accept that.

But, I never accepted that, because to me that would go against this story of the bumblebee, as it never accepts its wings can’t support its weight. And because it doesn’t accept that, it continues to defy the odds and the science of this world and keeps on flying.

That’s why I keep choosing to believe that for me, doctors and science don’t have all the answers and aren’t God. And each day, I continue to keep my faith and hope alive that I will fully fly again when I become fully healed through the Grace of God.

Lord, this world continues to try to convince me that I may never fully heal and yet, somewhere deep within me, is a Wellspring of Life that keeps on reminding me who’s in charge of all this. Please help me to keep listening to that voice, rather than the voices of this world, as I know in doing so, I will fully heal as Your Grace becomes triumphant over my entire life.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Grateful Heart Monday

Welcome to Grateful Heart Monday, where I write about a single piece of gratitude I have in my life, so that I may start my week off on a positive note, which for today is dedicated to all those who took the time a week ago today to wish me a happy 46th birthday and 23 years of sobriety from alcohol and drugs.

It’s amazing to think I’m 46 years old now to be perfectly honest, as it’s difficult to fathom how all those years have already gone by. Even more amazing to ponder is that I’ve been sober from booze and pills now for exactly half of those years as well. But, the most amazing thing that happened on a day where I always turn a year older and continue to increase my length of sobriety, were the amount of people who actually took the time to wish me a special one.

So, to the couple hundred who reached out on social media, to the many who sent messages via texts, and to all those who called on that day, I am so very grateful.

In light of that, it’s led me to wonder if the amount of people who reach out each year to wish me a special day is directly proportional somehow to my recovery work and my relationship with God. What I mean by that is how my work with both has moved my life quite a bit from a selfish and self-centered existence to more of a selfless and giving one, which in turn, seems to have led to more and more people every year to connect with me when June 11throlls around again. And while I know it’s important to have gratitude if even just one person was to remember my birthday and sobriety anniversary, it’s pretty awesome to see how many reached out this year and I feel it must be related to God and my recovery work. Because frankly, it wasn’t all too long ago when I was hard pressed to have anyone remember me on June 11th, unless it was from someone I was sleeping with or from a concerned family member.

So, as my phone beeped and dinged and rang throughout the day a week ago and as I took the time to thank each and every individual who was thinking of me on yet another birthday and sober anniversary, I ultimately found an immense amount of gratitude to not only each of them, but to God as well for reminding me when I most needed it, that I do matter…

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson