And then, just like that, I'm part of the same attack. I'm part of the very thing I was just sure I knew how to avoid, how to fix. I've caused more disunity, not reconciled anything. And my heart groans. I want to do what is right. I want to help my brothers and sisters. I want to battle our enemy and bring God's grace to dying and hopeless souls.
But first, I must make things right with my own soul. I must bow before our Heavenly Father and confess that I am a sinner. Again. I ask for forgiveness and revel in thankfulness at his mercy and grace and forgiveness anew. And when I walk free and clear in that forgiveness, then I can start to reconcile with my brothers and sisters whom I've judged. I can walk out the grace I've been extended. And I can pray mightily and fight against our enemy. I will not let chaos and confusion reign in my relationships. I will love and extend grace and forgiveness and humbly ask for it myself when I get too full of my own self.
And then tomorrow, I'll start all over again.