Dad said I could.

We sat in church this morning listening to the pastor preach on words. He has talked about the subject for a couple of weeks. Today's were words of confession. I must confess, it was moving. OK, not so funny.

It is true, though... I must confess.

Confession is first realized by submitting myself to Him, the Lord, so there is a standard by which I cannot justify myself. regardless of my story, my position, my reason, in the light of the omniscient Father I am not worthy of Him. I fail Him constantly...and the gift of grace He gives is because of His quality, not of my deserving it.

It is good to move into that light.