The other day, a good friend of mine said, “In two hours, I will have been sober 16 years.” I was interested in the fact that she not only knew the date of her sobriety, but the time as well. She told me she knew what time it was because she had checked herself into a rehab facility. She added that detox was so horrible, she never wanted to drink again.
She is such a wonderful, amazing person and I was touched, as I so often am, by our conversation.
When I drive to Texas to see Mike, I have lots of time for things to float around in my head. This particular conversation stuck. I hated thinking about my friend going through such a difficult time. I felt fortunate that she did, though, so that I could have a chance to have her as my friend all these years later.
I started to pray for her at the time she was going through detox. I mean, I sent my prayers back in time.
Time exists all at once, we are told, so if I pray for her comfort at that time in this time, how might that affect the outcome? I wonder.
Maybe I will try praying for Hitler, or –my awesome friend’s idea—for Steve Bannon as a child. Put a little salve on some past hurts that affect our present. A present for our present. I really like this idea a lot.
What do you think?
