I still am, but your Holy Spirit keeps nagging me that all isn’t right and real between us. I know I have to open up to him and confess, tell him how sorry I am, and that I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right. He may laugh in my face; he might tell me to go straight to hell. I don’t know. I’ve rehearsed this little speech in the shower and during my daily subway ride a hundred times, and it flushes my face and floods my armpits every single time—but I’m doing it tomorrow. I have to.
Lord, I need your presence, forgiveness, and divine gift of strength and power. Thank you for making me want to do this. I don’t want to chicken out. I want to grow up into Christ and be at peace with all men, and it starts tomorrow with my confession to Glen.
In Jesus’ name, amen!
David B. Smith writes from Southern California.© 2002 - 2022, AnswersForMe.org. All rights reserved. Click here for content usage information.