Confess: (v) to admit or state that one has committed a crime or is at fault in some way
I am fat.
At least 51% of this is my fault.
I am a recovering “liarholic.”
Please help me stay away from the booze of explanation.
I am self-piteous.
Not as much as I used to be. (Of course, adding that caveat expresses a little self-pity.)
I am egotistical.
But I have been careful to immerse myself in the beauty of humility to avoid the cesspool of humiliation.
I am still somewhat opinionated.
Yet I am generally able to avoid this vice by putting invisible duct tape over my mouth.
I am capable of judging people.
This one is especially dangerous, since I am incapable of being judged.
I am occasionally ungrateful…
As I learn to be grateful for every occasion.
I still catch myself complaining.
I am so relieved when I stop and my brain opens back up for business.
I am vulnerable to sin.
I do so much better when sin and I take different paths home.
I am learning to confess.
Word has it that such an endeavor is the only true doorway to healing.
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