Met With My Sponsor

I met with my sponsor for breakfast this morning. Boy, if there isn't a God sent right through that woman, then I have no idea where to find one. The simplicity of her words. The clarity of her thoughts. The resolve to be healthy. Her open, loving heart wanting to help me each time I ask. I think of my relationship with my sponsor not unlike my relationship with my HP. I have to grow it. I have to nurture it. I have to trust, believe and respect it. I have to be willing to do things differently because I have to be willing to give up my own worse enemy - SELF. My SELF that thinks that I can handle all of this without any help. Isn't help just so darn embarrassing sometimes?
However, she loves me. Warts and all. She tells me so every time we talk on the phone or meet. I doubted those words at first. Really? She didn't even know me. If she did - She would surely think me childish and petty. She would surely see through all of my bravado and dislike the scared little girl I can be. Isn't this how I used to see my Higher Power? Not good enough for the attention? Not worthy of the help?
Al-Anon has helped me to open my eyes to TRUTH. I can tell myself lies upon lies in order to remain, in my mind, safe for the moment. I can crawl into that shell and want to just stay. The truth comes when I pick up the phone. It comes when I pray and I meditate.
The truth is I am lovable and worthwhile. Just ask my sponsor. Just ask God.
Sending big hugs of love and acceptance to all. Have wonderful day, my friends.