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sometimes we spend sleepless nights talking to God, telling Him just how sorry we are. Other times we spend the day fasting in our undergarments, sobbing for and whispering about all the things we are ashamed to have done, knowing that He hears us and wants to heal us. but then... the night comes and we slip into sleep without praying or giving praise. we are consumed in ourselves; our plans for the next day, or year; the list of things we "need" to do, or things we "need" to have; etc. ... we wake up and our minds our on ourselves and not on God yet again.
I am sickened because I am guilty.
I am sickened because I am guilty.