"I am too ashamed and disgraced, my God, to lift up my face to you, because our (my) sins are higher than our heads and our (my) guilt has reached to the heavens. (Ezra 9:6, NIV)
Have you ever felt as Ezra did?
He fell on his knees and tore his clothes as in humiliation and embarrassment as he called out to the Lord in confession.
I often take to long to get to that point of confession.
Today's devotional reading at kitchen table NOT my prayer chair. Guilty!
Kitchen sink prayers, hurried no less. Guilty!
No thoughts of confession until I started this blog entry.
I tend to harbor my guilt in the deep, dark recesses of my mind where they can bubble up, at will. Hanging on to my guilt: Every wrong path taken. Every angry word spoken. every bad attitude.
"I wear guilt well," I often say. Shame on me---that should not be a boast.
I need to "check that guilt" at the door of my mind. Not returning to reclaim it.
I need to no longer drink from that cuppa. Rather, pour down the drain any guil-TEA that is a bitter dreg in my life----serving it up to Him in confession instead.
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