There is a step beyond "surrender" in your recovery, it's call "acceptance". I remember once, a well respected SA once told me - "I haven't surrendered anything that didn't have claw marks in it". When we surrender and give things to God - we in essence admit powerlessness and the desire to worry about it anymore. But time and again, our own will power comes welling fourth and we have a tendency to reach out and grab back what we surrendered to God.
The good news is no one is perfect, I have done this many times. God is patient enough that as long as you open the door of "willingness" the crisis you surrendered only 2 days ago (and grabbed back yesterday) can be given back to God. You essentially give the wheel back over to one that can drive a little better than you.
But that constant, "here you go" and "I want it back" can get tiring over the long run - like a bad game of "hot potato".
That is where "acceptance" comes in. It's truly letting go and leaving it be. At first you mourn as if you failed, but I came to realize "acceptance" is not that this crisis will be as it is forever. It just means, this is how that crisis is now and may very well change in the future. It could very well suck for the rest of my life, or after truly letting go - God can finally work and turn it into something wonderful.
I am glad acceptance is not really hammered home early in the steps, and only mentioned briefly in the steps as a whole. Because addicts as a whole balk at just the concept of true "surrender" let alone "acceptance". And those I see God teach the next level of surrender are not taught until well into their walk through sobriety. If this was introduced to me early on by the steps or God in general - I would have had a couple choice words, given the finger, and lit my Whitebook on fire while I danced a jig on the meeting table and told everyone that they could go to hell.
Luckily God waited a bit before introducing this concept to me. But, the concept sucked none-the-less.
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From November through the beginning of January I was taught this lesson. I was in a very deep and dark place where I teetered on throwing out my sobriety for the sole reason of coping. I saw the bad path I was heading and was freely choosing to do so - if for no reason but for "relief" as fleeting and unsubstantial as it would be. To be honest, my responsibility as a sponsor kept me holding on and reaching out - multiple phone calls, seeking very sober SA's, asking my sponsor to breakfast and being honest, and picking up the meetings with the counselor. Anything I could do to keep my head above water till this passed. I kept telling myself to hold on, eventually this would come to and end and I would know why I was going through this.
You see, I saw a marriage coming to an end. While everyone in SA is fighting to keep a marriage - my counselor is seriously trying to convince me that I may one day need to separate from my wife to give us a chance to seek help together. I was miserable and as my counselor put it - "I would almost rather be single and lonely, then be married and very lonely". I felt discarded, unwanted, and frustrated. I realized for the first time that I was not always wrong because I am an addict. I was sick, not bad. I also learned what healthy expectations were and that my wife may not be fulfilling what a role is as a wife. I also learned that we truly were from different worlds, that opposites attract, and that we were seeking things from the other that did not come naturally. In short, the addict was getting better - but the family was not. My wife was refusing to seek help. *I* was doing everything *I* could to improve our relationship. (Seen here holding the steering wheel with a confused look on my face).
I was, in my mind, a failure as a husband and to God.
But then I attended Mass by myself and sat in the front of the church for the first time in a long time. The Deacon gave a Homily that hit so close to home, delivered such and epiphany, that I was struggling to keep it together in the pew.
He held up a Fontanini statue of the Holy Family - Mary and Joseph smiling at Jesus playing on the floor, Mary washing a dish and Joseph tinkering with a wooden tool. The Deacon went on to explain we are called to be a Holy Family which many people just write off. I mean for God's sake - you have the sinless Mother of God, Dad is a Saint, and well ... God himself. Kind of a high bar to hit - don't you think? Because we put them on a pillar, it's almost unattainable and many don't even try. When things get tough, when they don't "feel" in love - they just divorce.
But here is the kicker, he said ...
"Lets put this in a different light - In short you have a pregnant teenager scared for her life, a husband who is engaged to someone who turned out not to be what he expected and himself was not the husband he wanted to be. Joesph, essentially takes a vow of celibacy just as Fr. Jose has because he has to. Oh, and they are fleeing their country for their own safety".
Makes it seem a little less Holy doesn't it? Makes your family look a little less dysfunctional?
"So how did Joseph do it? Through acceptance. It is what it is and he accepted his role. They both did what they believed God wanted them to do."
Ok, that hit home.
"And it also calls for faithfulness, not success. God doesn't ask you to be successful - he asks you to be faithful. Just do what you believe he asks of you, and allow God to handle the result."
At that time I started to cry, and for the first time in this 2 year journey - I accepted my family as it was. I told God right there in the pew and spewed fourth in prayer what I just learned.
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The next day, my wife tells me in conversation she is willing to go to counseling with me. Not going because she has to - but going because she wants to.
Now, 3 times a week I get to peek inside my wifes world. She only shares when it is safe - when we are at the counselor, or when we do a 5 minute exercise 2x a week that he assigned us. Other than that, it's back to the dysfunctional life we have - but we make it work.
I now realize how we are trying to please each other but the other is not picking up on it. I realized how deep my wifes natural instinct runs to protect herself. I realize now how long it is going to take to start heading in the right direction.
But for the first time, we are heading in the right direction together.
Because I was faithful, not successful.