Sometimes I find myself going along thinking I am doing pretty good when suddenly I’m convicted by something I did or did not do. Confession to Jesus is a regular thing for me. But as soon as I tell him what I did wrong, it’s gone from my heart. I feel the weight lift and the healing come over me.
I try to be good as God sees it; but forgitaboutit. That is why Jesus came to keep us clean because God knew we were a hopeless mess. He really, really loves us.
Generally, I have a pretty good handle on my weaknesses and short comings, but every once in a while, God blindsides me with something in my life that I really wasn’t aware of or I really didn’t think was an issue for me.