How soon I forget, when shame overtakes and the spiraling begins.
Searching for Your guidance and feeling unsafe, exposed to the critical scrutiny of Your other children.
Setting my own bar too high because of my pride.
Crying out. Remorse.
Getting still. Listening.
YOUR GRACE reins down through Your daughters, my sisters.
Thank you, my Faithful Pappa-God.
Thank you, faithful daughter, sisters.
It is sweet humility to be reminded that I’ve so far to go, but I am never alone on this difficult, grace-filled journey.