Clear the air. Set things right. Excuse oneself. Retract. Grovel. Whatever you call it, I knew that I needed to do it. Apologize, ask forgiveness. Be set free.
I needed to do it for the reputation of my Lord.
I needed it to do it in honor of my parents/the way I was raised.
I needed to do it to clear my own conscience.
So this morning, I returned to the scene of the crime.
"Please Lord, don't let there be anyone else around."
"Please Lord, I don't want to cry in front of strangers"
I did-- and it was the scrunched up face, ugly cry.
But I said the words and meant them from the bottom of my repentant heart.
She was surprised by my admission and gently granted forgiveness.
What a way to start the day...