Foster point out that a good confession begins with sorrow but ends with joy. What a blessing it is to know that your sins are forgiven. To move from devastation to exhilaration in a matter of moments is grace indeed.
Seldom do I seem to have that depth of despair or height of release. I often stay in the middle where the sadness is rather mellow and the joy is far too sober. I tend to see my sin as "not that bad" and my forgivenss as "not that big of a deal." I am caught in the lukewarmness of complacency.
Father, show me the terror of my sin and the blinding amazement of my forgiveness.
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