Dear Friends on the Journey ~

My name is Mari and I'm a compulsive eater and addicted to certain foods. I am grateful to have found Overeaters Anonymous and the Twelve Steps. I shudder to think of living my life without my program. It, along with my Higher Power, never fails me. I appreciate your letting me share with you and I hope my words mean as much to you as yours do to me.

Over the past year I have never been more conscious of time and timing. Two entirely different things ... yet coming together now for me as though they were one. Do you remember when watching some of those old movies seeing a calendar in the wind with one page coming off at a time quickly and flying away? It was used to let the viewer know that time was passing in the lives of the main players in the movie and I never thought too much about it then. Now, however, it seems my life is passing like that. It's Monday, then it's Friday and then it's Monday again. I don't know why this is ~ I still have the same 24 hours a day I've always had ~ but I yearn for 48.

In my recovery program I use the term "one day at a time" often. Whether it be with a food issue, a relationship issue or the biggest problem I am facing at the time, those words have brought me comfort. When the leaves of the calendar are flying so fast and furiously in my life, stopping in my tracks and thinking "one day at a time" keeps me sane. Sometimes it's even "one hour at a time" and last week I found myself saying "one minute at a time."

"Time waits for no man." So true. And then there is "timing." I have come to realize that in life timing is everything. We can do something one day and it will be completely wrong. A week later we can do that very thing and it will be completely right. Some circumstances in my life happened about two months ago and it was not the timing I would have chosen for it to happen. But it did. And I had no way to orchestrate the timing of the event so I had to acquiesce to it. It caused hardships in my life because my plate was already full ... but the event was important ... and, while it was not the time I wanted it to happen, it was the time it DID happen. And I had to make the choice of acknowledging the event and going through it or ignoring it and focusing on the other things in my life which needed my time. It was a judgment call. I made it. And the timing meant everything.

Over the next few months I have some similar judgment calls ... things that I must decide ... things in which the timing of them may make a difference. And in some cases may mean everything. Those situations are in my God box. I have surrendered and in my "letting go" phase of letting God handle the timing of these things ... letting Him guide me in these decisions ... letting Him orchestrate the timing, all I'm going to do is the footwork.

I want to share with you some words that are not only beautiful ~ but some of the most important words I've ever read. The words are about time ... and, if you read between the lines ... they are also about timing. These words have been my mantra on many occasions in my life. It is my mantra now.

To every thing there is a season
And a time to every purpose under the heaven
A time to be born, and a time to die
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted
A time to kill, and a time to heal
A time to break down, and a time to build up
A time to weep, and a time to laugh
A time to mourn, and a time to dance
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing
A time to get, and a time to lose
A time to keep, and a time to cast away
A time to reap, and a time to sow
A time to keep silent, and a time to speak
A time to love, and a time to hate ~
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ~ The Bible

Dear God ~

Thank you for the time you've given to me,
Help me to use it wisely;
Help me to discern good timing vs bad ~
And please help me to live one day at a time.

My Journey to Recovery
The Recovery Group

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