Holy God, Merciful father,
I sit here ashamed.
Ashamed that sometimes I treat your babies as less than human.
That sometimes my words and actions just strip that God-breathed soul right out of them.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that sometimes my tongue just takes over.
I'm sorry that my own agendas just push my life, like a woman induced by sheer will power.
I'm sorry that I don't speak up for those who've lost their voice.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry and I'm thankful.
I'm thankful that your grace is more than enough for this broken mess of a woman.
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