Confession: Some days are just “mess-up-not-good-enough-sin-over-and-over-again” days.
Of course, every day is that in reality, but some just feel more that way.
John has been out of town so I’ve been more (the operative word being “more”) careful about locking up. The other night after resting secure, I was ready to leave for the day, opened the door, and discovered this:
Yep, not the brightest bulb.
I can laugh this off, but there are other times… There’s the sick feeling I get when I say something insensitive, or neglect to say something, or compare myself to someone else who HAS said, or done just the right Jesusy thing. The times when pride or selfishness or bitterness seem to win the day and I’m so ashamed.
I think I want to hide, but I realize I really want something else. Continue reading
