Don’t you love inspirational books that seem pointedly written just for you? There’s something oddly magical and not at all creepy when reading words you felt sure the author wrote after spying on you in your darkest hour.
I love those kinds of books as I never tire of their uplifting, reassuring, and thought course-correcting messages. Better still is the opportunity to share them with those I believe might feel the same.
Most of my days include time spent with those who battled or are still fighting the insidious disease of alcoholism and the endless mental trap of an eating disorder. Often I find myself talking about how these personally touching and hope-filled books awaken my spirit and provide me courage to believe I'm not alone in my thoughts and actions.
One such day I received a comment I found rather interesting. In so many words my friend said, “I used that same book during my early recovery and found it very helpful back then.” While I understood the intention of the comment, I shudder to think I’d come to the point in my life where I'd find no need for inspiration just because I’ve overcome that which held me hostage in mind, body, and spirit.
Some messages simply never grow old....