And there are days when I spit at you.
That I look you in the face and tell you, "you're not welcome".
And yet I sit here and complain to you about the moments I feel unwelcome.
My heart is grieved that there are whole days, whole weeks, whole months that I treat you and your babies like that. Unwelcome, unspecial, unbeautiful.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that some days I'm 100% jerk and 0% blessing.
And I pray that your grace would fill up that 0% until its overflowing with digits.
Let your love wash over us...
Wash over our multitude of sins...
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