And so I go humbly to the feet of God, each and every day. I beg, I plead, sometimes I cry. And the next day goes on as the one before. This is beginning to feel like a bit of a pity party. And so the guilt increases.
I know I am not accountable to any of you... I am accountable to God. It is his view, his opinion of me that matters. I know that he loves me, even when I fail. But how great would it be to succeed! To live up to the expectations of my creator.
And now I will attempt to pull myself up out of the mire I've made and get to finding that other path!