Ever feel like a failure?
Often my regrets don’t get dealt with, I just move past them.
It’s easier that way.
Because I’m a wuss.
And for the most part, we are allowed to.
Fortunately, we are not forced to face them head on in the same way that someone under trial or in the glare of media scrutiny does.
No one writes books about my failings.
I’m grateful for that. And hope it stays that way.
I have been a failure as a youth minister.
I have been a failure in my employment.
I have been a failure in relationships.
I have been a failure in my study.
And I will go on failing.
Therein is truth.
If you read this blog because you know me, I will have let you down.
I’m very sorry. And terribly ashamed.
And there are areas of my failings that I must grow balls and deal with.
People that I must talk to, positions I must take, opinions I must defend.
Things I need to learn from, and things I just need to learn.
But failure is not my identity.
The law of the spirit of life has set me free from the law of sin and death.