Another Friday night escape from work without a drink. The last couple of days would have surely had me running next door to the ‘packie’ for a bottle (or 2) of red not too long ago. But the only time I thought about ‘a’ drink (which means at least 3 in my world) was driving home tonight realizing I hadn’t. Thought about it. At all.
I had no craving, no desire or wishful thinking- nothing. Zero appeal factor.
The only thing I crave right now is to be quiet and reflect on how grateful I am for these 40 days without an urge to drink.
Thanks be to God.