I'm working on my housecleaning list, and I realized I hadn't done any soul-cleaning recently. I had a particularly rough day and I was recounting it to a friend. I shared my appalling behavior and bad attitude and waited for her to chastise me. I figured I deserved a talking to, because I knew better. Instead, she laughed, and said, 'Oh honey, that's what confession is for.' So, today, I got my butt in gear and went to seek reconciliation with God and those I hurt.
I am human, and I'm going to screw up over and over again. That's a fact. What is less unsure is how willing I am to profess my human-ness and sinfulness and ask for God's mercy over and over again. It's there, and it's free, and it's mine for the asking.