I don't know. It's so hard to be a GOOD Christian. As I shared at cell last night, it is hard to not get irritated at irresponsible people making irresponsible remarks that don't help to get the job done. Doing physically challenging work, ok with the work; arbitrary insensitive opinion, not ok with that provocation. "Just shut up!" My heart screams. Though, what came out of my mouth wasn't as harsh. Still, offensive. Unloving? Yes. I'm sorry, Father. Judging, I'm not so sure. But, if I judged, I'm sorry for that too. Sorry for everything else that demand an apology...

That is the problem! I keep saying sorry. In a way, it's good, because that shows that I know it when I'm wrong. The bad thing about it: I keep making mistakes. Victory seems so far away, or so I feel.

But I'm a Christian!

Christian, Christ. Christ, power. Power, victory. Victory, life. Life, Christ. Christ, power. Power, victory. Victory, life. Life, Christ. Christ....

Wow. Eternal deadlock. Or better said, eternal lifelock. All I need is to be Christian. Believe in Jesus' crucifixion and ressurrection, confess that he is Lord.

Mistakes, no mistakes. Good, bad. These don't matter.
Just try harder next time, drawing more from His grace.

Bottom line: Christian.

Two words: second chance.

I'm forgiven. Period.

"No wonder they call him the Saviour."
~ Max Lucado

(Inspired by the book titled "No Wonder They Call Him The Saviour" written by Max Lucado. This book impacted my life. Thanks Max. Thank you, Father.)