06/06/2026
RECOVERY SATURDAY — STEP 3
TURNED IT OVER TO THE LORD
I didn’t take Step 3 in a meeting.
I didn’t take Step 3 in a workbook.
I took Step 3 in the middle of my own collapse — when everything I loved was slipping through my fingers.
I had a wife.
I had kids.
I had a family.
Everything I ever prayed for.
And I was still dragging the guilt, shame, anger, and poison from a divorce I refused to let go of.
It was eating me alive.
It was turning me into a man I didn’t recognize.
A man who was losing everything he loved.
And then came the moment that changed everything.
My dad, John L. “Jack” Ritter, Sr., walked into Maria’s in Reisterstown like a man who wasn’t going to lose his son.
No yelling.
No judgment.
No condemnation.
Just a father who’d watched me run out of excuses.
He looked me dead in the eye and said:
“When are you going to stop acting like a child.”
That wasn’t an insult.
That was truth.
That was love.
That was the line that cut straight through the fog.
I pushed my beer away.
Stood up.
Walked out with my dad.
That was the first crack in the armor — the beginning of Step 3.
Then came the gut punch:
“Margaret doesn’t want you home.”
My family — the thing I wanted more than anything —
and I was standing on the outside looking in.
I stayed up all night at my dad’s condo, smoking Newports I hated,
sitting in the wreckage of my own choices,
feeling the weight of every mistake, every lie, every wound I’d caused.
And that’s where Step 3 happened.
Not in strength.
Not in clarity.
Not in victory.
But in collapse.
I broke.
I hit the end of myself.
And I cried out one word:
“Jesus.”
And He met me right there —
in the smoke, in the shame, in the exhaustion, in the truth.
He didn’t wait for me to clean up.
He didn’t wait for me to be strong.
He came into the mess and pulled me up.
I surrendered.
I turned it over.
I let go of the wheel I’d been gripping straight into hell.
And God did what God does:
He carried me.
He walked me home.
He walked me through fire.
He never left me.
He was preparing me for this day.
September 6, 2007 — the night the chains broke.
The night addiction died.
The night I was delivered.
The night I stopped dying and started living.
And I’ve never looked back.
If the tomb is empty,
anything is possible.
I am a testimony of God’s grace.
And I will not quit until I reach one more.