If it weren’t for my faith this would be impossible.
If I did not have faith forgiveness would be impossible.
At times, sweet Jesus, you have tested me to the end.
I am so angry, I feel so betrayed, I feel so completely let down.
Why? I know I try to never ask, but Why?
Why since the beginning did you send people into my life who’s “love” looked a lot like a big pile of dogshit?
Why should I forgive when “they have nothing to ask forgiveness of me?”
Why does this keep happening?
I’m not some passive, innocent bystander.
I’ve attoned for my sins, openly, clearly.
I know how to take responsibility, and here it is, again.
I would quit. I really would. You’ve “tested” enough.
I’ve proved myself worthy, I have finished the race, and I want to yell, ENOUGH!!
But here we are. Fucking faith.
You push me to be better.
“Do you really believe this?”
“Do you really believe all things are possible?”
“Do you really think if forgiveness is extended you will be better, feel better, know better?”
Okay, that last one really isn’t a question…
“Do you want to be made whole?”
God asks me.
Yes, Lord. Please, please, please.
Then you have to forgive.
Again. And again. And again.
Damnit, faith. Just, fine! but also damnit.