I have a dog. His name is Benny, and he is full of joy. I’ve had Benny for almost three years now, and he wakes up every morning just as happy as the day before.
Sometimes, I’ll accidentally leave a napkin on the couch. Before I know it, he’s ripped it to shreds, and I’m left cleaning it up. This has been an endless cycle for the past three years. I used to get upset, but now I know that he just can’t control himself. It’s something about those napkins that he just can’t resist. He did it this morning, and it made me think of myself and my sin.
I never want God to look at me and think, “That Alecxis just can’t control herself. Despite all of my efforts and my unfailing love, she chooses sin time and time again.”
I confessed my sins in church today. It was extremely uncomfortable and extremely liberating. I’ve always viewed confession as apart of Catholicism, but I’ve been very wrong.
“Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed” James 5:16 ESV
I’ve said this before, but I’ve always tried to live this Christian life in my own little bubble. I’d convince myself that I could work through my sins on my own. Guess what? It’s never worked. I’ve always fallen short just like my dog, Benny.
I’ve visited this church twice now, and I’ve never felt more encouraged. This is the community I’ve been searching for. I can’t do Christianity by myself anymore. It’s not what God intended.
“And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.” Hebrews 10:24-25 ESV