Day 43
Had a good day yesterday and a good night last night. We had a meal with our church small group - I made beef rogan josh, vegetable makhanwala (which is a mild, creamy vegetable curry), peshwari naan and rice. It was quite tasty, I'll admit! I'd happily cook for people every day of the week - it's one of the things I love the most.
I guess this is the thing: I've been looking for love in the wrong places. I had a wife and children who love me, and I have some good friends who actually seem to enjoy time with me and with each other. When I used to go on chat rooms, I would be looking not just for my own sexual gratification but for a sense of connection, of validation I guess.
We sing a song at church which goes "my hope is built on nothing less / than Jesus' blood and righteousness". I think this is what I need to aim for: to stop building my hope, my security and my identity on the way others see me. To receive God's love and to bless others with the overflow. It's a work in progress.
But still: it's day 43. So, six weeks today since I received the wake-up call I needed. Onwards, one day at a time.