Here is the confession: I am not a particularly good person. I am not patient with my precious cherubs. I feel overwhelmed by laundry, dishes, and other non-eternal things. I can't handle trip and fall hazards because I'm clumsy. My husband sweetly but honestly reminds me that I am NOT an easy-going person. My brother prefers "abrasive." My children frequently scream, just so all the neighbors can hear, "You're a bad mommy!" becuase I won't let them skydive off the stairs onto the couch. I'm too strict on certain things and not strict enough on others. I lack balance most days, although I continue to seek it. Which is why I run, fast and hard, whenever given the chance. And sometimes, I have been known to sneak in a sanity run without telling anyone that I did "that kind of running" in addition to running errands or going to the grocery. Just one mile sometimes is all I need to pray while I run and say, "Help me O God, for I am such a sinful woman!"
This all has convinced me of God's existence and His grace, since I am still running (and not struck by lightening as of yet) and since I feel better and am more like Him, even if only a little bit, when I'm done.
So there. That's my confession. Hope it helps some other sinful person like me. ~