july 28

i am sinful. the tragic thing is that it usually doesn't occur to me. in fact, it rarely has most of my life. i mean, i've always been the "good girl"- proudly never experimented with sex, drugs, alcohol. got straight As, revered God, loved my family. i never understood why my mom got tearful during mass or why i needed to ask for the same forgiveness that God granted to "other people". and confession? it took me a long time before i came up with something like "i was mean to my brother today". and now i find myself coming face to face with my own human depravity, fragility, sinfulness. and, it's the best medicine in the world.