My Confession

I have a confession to make.
You may have noticed already, maybe not.
Sometimes
I feel sorry for myself.
There.
I said it.
I want to put my confession in print, for posterity.
So that I will remember.
So that I will have no excuses not to change.
I can make good choices or I can endulge self-pity.
I can console my wounded self-perception
or I can thank My God for the dose of
Tough Love
that He gave me.
What matters IS NOT that I get the things I want,
the things I dream of, the things I think I need.
What matters IS that He builds in me
a foundation of character and devotion to Him.
Will I let Him build that in me?
I will.
And I will be content in the building.