Sometimes I’m a little disappointed at myself
For all the things that I’ve done, even though I know I shouldn’t. The guilts. The discomfort, yet pleasure, that it temporarily brings upon my conscious mind and my exhausted body. While it’s the nature of human to either forgive or forget, I’m still very hesitant to do so. Maybe the occasional “whatever” will fix it for now. But the feeling of disappointment lingers on.
I believe in God and His unchanging love for me, not because I see that things are all going my way, but because I know that His promises are true, and I know that He will never fail me. I believe these things, because He said so, not because I see already. This is my hope.
