It's funny how you can feel so broken down, guilt-ridden, and attacked and then just wake up one morning and be renewed. And be replenished. I drovemy brother to the bus stop and as we sat there with the car off, the rain just hit the windshield. I just laid my head up against the driver's window and watched it. "I could stay like this forever," I said. And then there are little things which cheer me up. Like an email from a friend or sleeping in fifteen extra minutes or my mom telling me that everything is going to be okay and mean it. And it makes all the difference in the world to know that there are people praying for me.. even complete strangers.
Prayer brings people together. So does pain. They're universal.
So today and for the rest of my life, I am going to try and stop tripping out about my mistakes. If a cuss word slips out of my mouth, I'm not gonna feel so guilty that it hinders my relationship with God. I will not base my relationship with God around my sins.. I will base my relationship with Him on the fact that He set me free and that He is worthy of my praise.