Control Freak? Me?

I crave power. I crave control. Again and again I track the source of all of my problems to the fact that I want to be in charge of everything. I want things to work out the way that I want them to work out. I don't care about anyone else's desires. I certainly don't think that God has any idea what is going on. I don't think that he has my best interests at heart. If he did, he would give me everything that I want and protect me from everything that I fear. Why would a God that is thinking about me allow me to experience any pain or discomfort? That doesn't make any sense to me. He must have his head stuck up his brass .

The fifth word of the First Step is "powerless." This very important Step - the one that launches us on our journey - indicates that we are powerless over alcohol, then heaps on the abuse by suggesting that we are powerless over everything else. Most of us are aware of the fact that alcohol and drugs were running the show. But the idea that we have to loosen our death grip on everything else comes as a bit of a surprise.

God is going to take care of me today. He didn't take me this far to suddenly drop me on my head. I fell down and hit my head without any help from him. All I have to do is suit up and show up and do the best that I can with what's in front of me. I'm not in charge of anything. God doesn't need my help in running the universe. God doesn't call people whiling away the day drinking beer and smoking dope and watching TV. Their advice is not required.