“Pretty danged froggy. Better than I deserve to be.”
As a teenager, I worked with my grandfather on his farm. One of his hired hands, Bill, several years older than me, was a simple sort of fellow with a wisdom far beyond his age. When someone asked Bill how he was doing today, he always replied, “Pretty danged froggy. Better than I deserve to be.”
Isn’t that true for most of us in recovery? We haven’t won awards for civic accomplishments, we failed in our relationships, and we certainly missed the “citizen of the year” bus. But, for reasons beyond our understanding, grace and mercy were extended to us, we latched on to a miracle, and our lives were transformed.
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind, but now I see.”