Yesterday was so jam-packed with activities, and today I have to be up so early in the morning, I am just tired. Give me a cup of coffee, and I will probably be OK. But for the first thursday in a year and a half, I don't have a picture.
At the AA picnic yesterday, I was seated with so many friends I have known throughout the years. It was a good deal. I was talking to an old friend, and recalled going to AA picnics when I was a girl - my dad was in AA. Then my children came with me to AA picnics when they were young (and so was I). Now my grandchildren are going to NA picnics with their mother (my daughter). If you have to be alcoholic, which apparently we do, this is sure a good way to go about it.
Yesterday I went off to church, thinking it would be a good start to my day. However, yesterday the priest at my church chose the 4th of July as an opportunity to give an anti-war homily. (just for the record, I am not FOR war, but I have a son serving in one, and I feel that he is a good man, serving an important function - and that does not make him a bad person.) The sermon was so full of disdain for so many things that really felt personal to me, I started crying. I really didn't stop crying until I got to the picnic, several hours later. I am grateful for my AA friends and many AA functions that I can attend and where people actually care about me.
That said, I am now off to church. Unlike the MC of old, I will not stop going to church because I have been offended by someone. I will most likely speak to the priest about this at a later date, but I am not going to stop doing one of the most important things in my life because of hurt feelings.
"We used to amuse ourselves by cynically dissecting spiritual beliefs and practices when we might have observed that many spiritually-minded persons of all races, colors, and creeds were demonstrating a degree of stability, happiness and usefulness which we should have sought ourselves." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 49