{"id":62643,"date":"2020-06-27T10:58:17","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T14:58:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=62643"},"modified":"2020-06-28T05:01:40","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T09:01:40","slug":"recipe-for-recovery-hour-2-prompt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/recipe-for-recovery-hour-2-prompt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Recipe for recovery &#8211; hour 2, prompt 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The recipe for recovery<\/p>\n<p>is to first, please admit<\/p>\n<p>that your world is simply shit<\/p>\n<p>life is a shambles<\/p>\n<p>with its choking vines and brambles<\/p>\n<p>and powerless you are<\/p>\n<p>can\u2019t do food sanely anymore.<\/p>\n<p>Second, you need a gallon of faith<\/p>\n<p>belief in a higher power<\/p>\n<p>or something, anything<\/p>\n<p>that gets you through the hour<\/p>\n<p>a shoulder to lean on<\/p>\n<p>a helpful book to make you strong.<\/p>\n<p>Third, a sprinkle of trust<\/p>\n<p>turn life over, you must<\/p>\n<p>into God\u2019s loving care<\/p>\n<p>he\u2019ll have lots<\/p>\n<p>of help to spare.<\/p>\n<p>And fourth, most importantly<\/p>\n<p>write down all that ails thee<\/p>\n<p>every little bitty sin<\/p>\n<p>to wipe your old slate<\/p>\n<p>clean again<\/p>\n<p>to heal those things<\/p>\n<p>that once had you pinned.<\/p>\n<p>Fifth, a smidge of confidentially<\/p>\n<p>take it all and give it away<\/p>\n<p>admit each wrong before the nighty<\/p>\n<p>to yourself, a friend and almighty<\/p>\n<p>and life will soon be quite alrighty.<\/p>\n<p>Ingredients six through twelve, see<\/p>\n<p>be entirely and fully ready<\/p>\n<p>a pinch of humility<\/p>\n<p>admitting harm to others quickly<\/p>\n<p>log continuing inventory<\/p>\n<p>meditate, and pray daily<\/p>\n<p>and share this blessing<\/p>\n<p>so others be free.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Sandra Johnson<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The recipe for recovery is to first, please admit that your world is simply shit life is a shambles with its choking vines and brambles and powerless you are can\u2019t do food sanely anymore. Second, you need a gallon of faith belief in a higher&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1299,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62643","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62643","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1299"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62643"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62643\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74985,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62643\/revisions\/74985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62643"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62643"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62643"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}