I’m a mess
It’s necessary, but it’s so messy. There’s my piece of faith over there, my righteousness like dirty rags over there, and then of course there are all my good works strewn all over the place. Then a layer of my dirtiness covering the thin layers that withheld it all at one point: my pride, my idols, and so on. A mess just covering the floor and waiting to be put together.
But this isn’t a sad story, it’s a story off necessity. Something I need to go through.
No more. I need to figure out some things more.
