It was one of those where I was sitting in the priest's office, blubbering my eyes out, and by the end he just looked at me and said, "Chelsea. You're ok!" Not that my sin wasn't serious, but I was in danger of not letting God forgive me.
I treated myself to a Panera breakfast afterwards. Does anybody else do that? Like, after a big sports event or an important concert in which you take part, and you're so tired and you put so much of yourself into it, you need a treat to perk yourself up. I treat myself after super hard confessions. So this morning it was, You just bore your soul and gave it back to God...here's a souffle! Which was amazing, by the way.
And, to continue the celebration of grace and Confession and all that jazz, here's some cool music.
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