Peeking In

Guilt sneaks in like a slimy snake. Unoticed. Quiet. She was having a good week but there was this nagging tug in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but it was there and it was slowly creeping in wanting to take over. She focused on a small crack at the top of the ceiling. She wondered how long it had been there. She closed her eyes and ran through her week. Had she wronged someone? Had she done something she forgot to repent for? She opened her eyes again and refocused. Tired, she slowly got off the couch and walked over to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee.

She thought about the person she was, the person she wanted to be and the person she didn't want to be. Was she striving for perfection? No. Only God is perfect. Then what was she striving for? She took a sip of her coffee and plopped back on the sofa. She grabbed her Bible and opened up the tattered book. Asking for wisdom she ruffles through the pages until she finds her favorite passage. She runs her fingers across the letters and breathes in deeply.

Truth.