There is nothing quite like it.

A moment when your humanity has failed your divinity

When your reasoning fails to rationalize your guilt away

And the looming realization that despite your best efforts

You are still pretty messed up.

A moment when you admit your wrongs

And cease to allow them to perpetuate in denial.

Coming clean.

Making decisions.

Getting up. Again.

Choosing to let go of self pity

And resisting the urge of self-hatred

But holding on desperately to the Love

Your heart has always longed for-

The one the sees you as you really are

Yet still chooses you.

Fresh start.

You, O LORD  keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light

-Psalm 18:28