December 4, 2025

 December 4, 1997 was the day I surrendered my drinking problem to God as I understood him. I was in a church just outside of Meductic, New Brunswick. I don't remember what faith the church was, but I remember saying a little prayer where I asked God for help. I'd like to say there was a blinding flash of light, that time stood still or the earth stopped moving, but there was none of that. I did feel a hand on my shoulder. I turned around quickly because I had thought I was alone in the church, and I was. I later realized that was probably the hand of God on my shoulder, reassuring me that it was going to be okay. And, it has been okay. For 28 years.

Sometimes, because life happens, I forget that I surrendered and I try to do things Bernie's way again, but my way does not work and almost always places me in situations where I shouldn't be, making decisions that I shouldn't be making. It is then that I remind myself that I am no longer driving the bus and I renew my resolution that I will do things His way, not mine.