My failures get in my way.

I can’t speak for you, but mine do.

Do yours? 

Finding the opportunity to seek forgiveness, participate in repair or restitution with people whom I have hurt may result in their expressing forgiveness. While hearing such comforting words warms me, self-forgiveness remains difficult.

Do you have similar battles?  

I know this is a particular struggle because having known what is right, good, wholesome, I have not always done what is right and good and wholesome. I find this painful to admit and address. Knowing better was hardly helpful.

While it is no excuse, I am aware that I am not too different from many.  

When I am feeling down it feels as if my failures speak louder than any successes. Despite the knowledge that “people are more than their actions” shame seeps and runs deep and makes me feel vulnerable and fragile. It can be a physical sensation.

Again, I must ask, do you ever feel this way? 

When I am at my best, I can humble myself, accept my imperfections and that I am a forgiven person.

Admitting I am flawed is key to my freedom which leads me to self forgiveness at which point freedom fills my soul.