This was a part of a random reading last night – part of the St. Francis prayer.

Where there is hatred, let me bring love. Check. In fact, if you want to see the head of a hater explode, love them. That one is tough, but not too difficult.

Where there is doubt, faith? Easy.

Where there is darkness, light? Got it in spades, baby. No problem.

Where there is injury, pardon? “Sur… wait, huh?”

“Oh, you know; it’s by forgiving that we are forgiven”.

And so is unleashed a string of curse words that isn’t fit for print… “That @$$hole left the seat up!”

“Erm… do you leave the lid up?”

“Yeah, but…”

One of the hardest things to get right in recovery is looking at ourselves first. If you want to know which person you should ask to be your sponsor, pick the one who can forgive others before worrying about themselves. That’s the person who will show you what they did to be happy and content.

That’s what you want.

Today’s exercise: Spread a little forgiveness today. Somebody out there in your life deserves a break. Give them one. And make it a practice. That’s what I’ll be doing.