I stand alone. Ashamed. My
shoulders are sagging under the weight of my guilt. With my head
bowed, I pray to God, “Lord, I want to believe that You can forgive
me for all I've done. For the countless times that I have failed
You. I want to believe that You love me.” I stop, draw in a shaky
breath, and continue. “But I can't see how. How can You love me
when I've been so selfish? You are the One who made me, and I have
turned my back on You and spit in Your face over and over again.”
My heart is aching and tears form in my eyes.
