How deafening is the silence of a confession unacknowledged or received.
It would be comforting to feel forgiven; understood--or maybe even just one among many failed humans.
But I am forgiven--by him ; understood and accepted. Do I need more than that? More than a love that is unending and unconditional? More than boundless grace?
Is mine a humility that cries out for recognition?
Dear Lord, forgive me for selfish motives, even in repentance! Your love, your forgiveness...it is enough. More than enough!