I’m a sinner. I sin. A lot.  Probably more than you do.

Yesterday I remembered to pray before I slept.  And I was asking God to forgive my sins.  I asked him to forgive me for my bad thoughts, and I mentioned them as best as I could remember.  I asked him to forgive my bad deeds,  and I mentioned them.  I asked him to forgive my bad words, and I mentioned all the ways that I have used my words in ways that are not pleasing to him and in ways that don’t build man. I asked him to forgive me for complaining and not being grateful, for I have been blessed immensely; both materially and otherwise.

So I started to mention all the things I was grateful for.  I went on,  and on… and on…  and on…  I could have gone all night,  but wrapped it up by thanking him for loving me;  unconditionally,  unwaveringly, unfalteringly.