I screwed up. I did something I shouldn’t have. I was wrong. Wrong as a mom and wrong as a Christian. It was a very difficult thing for me to acknowledge. It was mortifying and embarrassing. Not what I did but the fact that I did it.
I’m still sick to my stomach.
It occurred to me that all the good I’ve done didn’t matter. It didn’t make up for my negligence. It didn’t change what I’d done. It didn’t nullify my mistake. I was still wrong. It was sin and I needed to pay the price.
I can’t undo something I’ve done. We don’t get a chance to redo. God didn’t give us a snazzy undo button for life.
He gave us something better. He gave His Son. I can just pay the price for my mistake and move on because I’ve accepted His payment. I’m able to let go of my guilt and just accept His forgiveness.
Yes, I know that many of you will think I’m being silly and overly dramatic about what is a relatively minor misdeed but for some reason this one thing made His forgiveness so much more real to me than it has ever been. So, this once I’m going to thank God for my sin.
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