Find Your Perfect Fit
 

Find Your Perfect Fit

[Urged on] by faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed and went forth to a place which he was destined to receive as an inheritance; and he went, although he did not know or trouble his mind about where he was to go.
—Hebrews 11:8

If you are doing nothing with your life because you are not sure what to do, then I recommend that you pray and begin trying some things. It won’t take long before you will feel comfortable with something. It will be a perfect fit for you. Think of it this way: When you go out to buy a new outfit, you probably try on several things until you find what fits right, is comfortable, and looks good on you.

Why not try the same thing with discovering your destiny? Obviously there are some things you cannot just “try”—such as being an astronaut or the president of the United States—but one thing is for sure: You cannot drive a parked car. Get your life out of “park,” and get moving in some direction. I don’t suggest going deep in debt to find out if you should own a business, but you could begin in some small way, and, if it works, take it to the next level. As we take steps of faith, our destinies unfold. A confident woman is not afraid to make mistakes, and if she does, she recovers and presses on.

Lord, I want to be moving in the right direction with my life. I trust You to guide my steps as You did Abraham. Amen.

From the book The Confident Woman Devotional: 365 Daily Devotions by Joyce Meyer.

Like this, "Find what is right for you." When I was in early recovery, I went to meeting, meetings, and more meetings. I was empty, no purpose, and using was no longer an option if I wanted to live. I chose to live and went to meetings (some days 3 meetings, but most times 2 meetings a day for two years), and found myself through the people in the rooms.

What was right for me was putting my recovery first, without me, I had nothing. My son, my family and friends couldn't keep me sober, they couldn't help me, but they could support me. Unfortunately, my support came from my recovery family, and it took a while to regain trust and even though they didn't have much acceptance of my disease, they learned to accept me in sobriety.

My son doesn't want to hear recovery, but when he sees me in a way he doesn't like, he says, "Mother! Go to a meeting." Hopefully, one day he will decide to go with me or on his own.