I repent, because I stopped exalting Jesus, and started to exalt myself. I lied, I stole, I became a hypocrite, judging others for the mote in their eye, while hardly being able to see because of the log in my own eye.
And I put my children’s wellbeing at risk. On Thanksgiving of 2025, two of my children and I were in a transitional housing center used to reintegrate former homeless veterans into society. We still live there now.
We nearly became homeless.
“But God is faithful…”
The Adversary doesn’t want me to write this because he wants me to kill myself. I say this because I woke up at 4:30 this morning feeling worthless, and feeling as though the world would better without me.
Then I thought about this blog, and I felt fake. So, I went to the “Settings” tab in the app I use to maintain this blog and saw the “Remove Account” tab and selected it.
When my daughter heard what I had done, she didn’t like it at all. “This is a great time to give this testimony,” she said, “People need to hear that Christians aren’t perfect. And you exaggerate too much. Give yourself some grace.” If God wanted us to go around reminding ourselves every day about something bad that we did,” she said, “Then the whole concept of repentance would make no sense.” “You sin, you repent, and then you go on with your life. It’s a learning experience.”
My daughter then helped me to restore my account before the 30 day window had expired. Thank you Jesus.
Christians aren’t perfect, and some of us know that all too well.
The Still Man
