Feed your Faith and Your Doubts will Starve to Death

What do they say about choosing the wolf you feed?  What would life be like if I fed my creative wolf?  My spiritual wolf?  My curious, loving, snuggly, happy wolf?  Would my depressive, binge-eating, desperately sad wolf die?  Or would she just slink off, knowing she is no longer needed, I wonder.

It seems harsh to want my doubts to starve to death.  It seems perilously close to hatred.  I do hate how unhappy I see depression making me and several of my close friends and family.  I see potential unrealized in other people (and if I'm honest, in myself too).  I see despair and hopelessness.  It is true, however, that a little love just brightens up the depressed ones, even for a few moments.  Love shines up the hope, brings a smile, even a laugh.  Love makes it possible to get up and try.

So how about we feed our faith, our love, our compassion for ourselves...  and each other.  We are all trying, some harder than others.  Our burdens vary.  Each of us has to decide when and where to put them down. 

This passage is in the AA 12&12 (at p. 76) and it speaks to letting go of fear:

...primarily fear that we would lose something we already possessed or would fail to get something we demanded.  Living upon a basis of unsatisfied demands, we were in a state of continual disturbance and frustration.  Therefore, no peace was to be had unless we could find a means of reducing these demands.  The difference between a demand and a simple request is plain to anyone.

So let me request this of myself:  have patience, have faith, let go, just love.  My doubts will resolve themselves in their own time.  There is no need to starve anyone or anything.  This I know to be true.

Blessed be.