A failed weekend
Not sure how much I want to go in depth with this blog, but I want to write about this. I’ll stay fairly general. This weekend I stopped struggling with the thing I struggle with. I allowed myself to just give in to it. And for a while, I didn’t care. It felt good. Sin often does, you know? But then, there was this wall in between me and God. I couldn’t pray, cuz what was the point? I had to confess first, and I didn’t want to do that. My sin was too nice and comfy. Finally, Saturday night I couldn’t stand it anymore and confessed and prayed.
Why does God take us back time and time and time again? I guess for the same reason I always forgive my own children. I love them.