The Breaking Light
I go on retreats several times a year to a
retreat center which is located in the Uwharrie Mountains of North Carolina. My
tradition is always to make sure Iím up early enough to walk down to an outdoor
chapel there to watch the sunrise.
One Saturday morning I walked down there in the gray of the morning thinking that probably I wouldnít see much, but that was ok. I was standing there looking out over the mountains when I saw a tiny red beam of light on one of the farthest peaks. I stood there and watched as more beams of light began to show. There wasnít an order to them, one mountain didnít suddenly light up; instead just little bits and pieces were illuminated by the sunrise until finally everything was bathed in light.
My recovery has been that way. No sudden illumination of everything, just little beams of recovery here and there. Little beams of hope that grow in no particular order. Each bright light adding to the whole picture and each beam of light bringing me hope.