It was a rough morning. To say the least... hard to explain, but I got into arguments with both my parents and my sister. When I was finally by myself, I fell to my knees. It's a familiar thing now, falling in desperation before the Lord. I understand now why people always fall to their knees when talking to God. It's a sign of complete dependency. I always hate doing it. It hurts my pride for me to admit to the Creator of the Universe that I can't take care of my own heart.
It hurt even more when He told me that I was wrong. Just like my parents had said. (Although I took it better coming from the perfect, all-powerful God than from my mom and dad.) It hurt to hear him say that I had disobeyed, and that I was wrong. But it was worth it to hear right after,
"Beloved, you're not perfect. But I still love you."
He still loves me. He always will. No matter how many times I mess up, He will always love me.
Wow... haha
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