I did it. I opened my mouth and the words came out as fast as a bullet leaving the chamber of a gun. And I knew I never should have cocked the trigger, but there I stood, my self-righteousness the smoking gun of evidence to my failing.
It would be easy to justify myself; deep down I meant no harm. The words erupted from a place of hurt and disappointment. It was an unhealed wound that loaded the weapon. I can be forgiven for that, can’t I?Read More