Repost: Wish I was slick… sometimes

Hey, you know, sometimes I wish that I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve.

I wish my sins could all be hidden. Some of them are, but seems like most of them are just out there for everyone to see. That’s humiliating.

I wish that I could say things in a way that didn’t seem to offend others.

I try.

I don’t relish the idea of making other people angry. Because I make other people angry sometimes, a few people don’t talk to me. They remain offended by my words.

I am not much of a diplomat.

I’m pretty transparent.

If something’s not right, I’m not afraid of some good old confrontation.

Sometimes that is what is called for.

Sometimes I jump to it too quickly and then I sin.

I’m human.

Sometimes I just did what I was supposed to, but fall into the trap of self-condemnation and questioning.

Sometimes it’s hard to get past my “self” and see which is which.

Thank God I have Jesus and his mercy and grace that grows in me.

I do have his gentle Holy Spirit in me that loves all men.

Sometimes it shows, too.

It’s just that love looks different on all of us.