I have read in many places that one consequence of spiritual deprivation is addiction. And, there is a huge spiritual component to most recovery programs. The ironic part of this information is how little I really knew about being spiritual before addiction knocked at our door. I thought that I was very spiritual but really didn't know too much about it.
Love is at the root of being whole. Loving ourselves enough to know that God loves us and that we are capable of being loved is a very important part of the healing process. I am afraid that I have much to learn on that subject.
Today is the feast of All Saints. That means we celebrate the everyday saints, not just the biggies. In the Catholic Church we believe that those who have died may not be with us physically but we can still call on them to offer their prayers for us.
Thirteen years ago today, my sweet mom died. I was her youngest child. I was the last child that she brought into this world and I was the only one with her when she left. I didn't want to be there when she died. I cried and prayed for God to spare me. By the time that time came, I was ready and the rest of my family who lived in the same town was exhausted. Now, I feel blessed to have had such a loving mom.
Today, my prayer is one for the saints to pray for me to learn to love, deeply, profoundly and totally. I pray for my son as he continues his journey of sobriety. I pray for my family to continue to learn to love each other as Christ loves us. And I say a prayer for Henry.