Last summer, around June, trillions of Cicadas emerged from their dormant stage here in Kentucky. These were the 17 year cicadas who spent the last few weeks of their 17 years in a conscious state, above ground. They made lots of noise. Here in Louisville I could hear them right through my walls when I lay down at night. I couldn’t help but think how we alcoholics are like cicadas. We have lived through long periods of oblivion to the world around us and eventually , in A.A., we learn to burrow out of the holes we dug and join the world. Many of us get a short time to make everything right. We struggle to get everything done that a normal human being has 75 years to do. We can feel overwhelmed at this chore but just like the Cicada, there is a plan, a cycle if you will, thought out by one who can see the big picture. We must learn to trust God, turn over our will and except His will. The Cicada goes about it’s work in those God given three weeks like there’s no tomorrow. There song is a happy one as they go about finding love , ensuring the future, and preparing for the next cycle; all in His plan. Let’s trust God and make the most of our “three weeks”.

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