And if I'm not already a bit tough on myself, my accuser comes along with one of his "cocktails". You know the pretty glass of lies that he whispers in our ears, whose false accusations burn your throat then work their way down to the pit of your stomach and make you want to throw it all up. He delivers it shaken, not stirred, with an olive topping it off..."What a screw up you are", "can't you get anything right?", "you oughta quit now before they realize how stupid you really are"... They are lies--all lies!
Yep, I messed up. But I 'fessed up and will move on because the Lover of my soul says, You are not perfect but you are Mine and My grace is sufficient for you.
Amen and enough said.