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.