My God,

I’m sorry. I’ve done it again. I’ve fallen again. That one thing I despise myself for, I’ve given in to it again.

Dearest Father, it frustrates me so, that even after countless outpourings of grace, I still allow myself to lose control. It amazes me, Father, just how consumed I am in those moments of sin, how blind I become to your all-merciful and loving face. Now, in the wake of my sin; now that I can see clearly and without passionate disregard, I gather up the courage to look at you. I fear condemnation, I fear sorrow, I fear my own future weakness, but I know that what I do now is of the utmost importance, not only to you but to me as well. To live this moment in fear would be to waste it.
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After barreling up the hill from the Reconciliation Tent where the Men’s Session had been held, the guys were more than happy to reunite in the Main Tent with their sisters in Christ who, like ourselves, were already getting anxious to see us again. If you’ve ever been one of a thousand guys packed into a small space without any female companionship, I’m sure you know the feeling.
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