I Have a Confession to Make…Again

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I create my own storms and try to blame the weather on others…Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I am my own worst enemy. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes there are so many moments I think to do positive…but it never becomes an action. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I give power to fear. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I wonder if I was forgiven of a particular sin even though I know God remembers it no more. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, forced tolerance makes me angry. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, I become stagnant in life and even more in Christianity. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, unwanted silence makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes I doodle: I scribble on paper absent-mindedly. I also find myself “doodling” in life…Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, I feel guilty about something but not enough to “fix” it. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

Sometimes, my Bible sits right next to my computer; but yet, I still spend more time on Face Book. Sometimes….

I have a confession to make..

Sometimes, when I sin…I try to convince myself God doesn’t see or hear what I do…knowing, down deep, He does. Sometimes…

I have a confession to make…

I am human. I make mistakes. Lots of mistakes. Sometimes I learn from my mistakes while other times, I don’t. I have so many more confessions that are buried within.

I have a confession to make…

I am a Christian…A Christian with flaws. God sees me and knows me. He understands me. He loves me.  He forgives me. His love and grace covers me completely. I am thankful. I am blessed. This is the ultimate confession.

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Come Out of the Cocoon….

She runs. She chases. Such small feet and small stature, yet wants to grasp life in her hands. The preschooler watches the butterfly land. She quickly runs to the destination of where the butterfly rests. It rests but only long enough to fly away before she can reach its beautiful brown wings. It flutters. It flies around the meadow green. She runs with hands stretched overhead and a smile on her face. With high expectations to cup the beauty in the palm of her hand…she tries and tries again. Laughter is heard. The brown winged beauty dances among the flowers and unknowingly continues to play the game. She hears a familiar voice calling her name from afar. The dance is over. She follows the voice and the butterfly moves on. Much like love…the butterfly goes where it pleases and pleases wherever it goes.

~Be the Butterfly…

bring smiles, laughter and love to others

in a Beautiful…Unexpected and Unconditional way.~

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