that moment where recognition
of regret and remorse mingle with submission
to mistakes made and lessons learned,
heart-wrestling the line between the forgiven and the forgotten
that i cannot tread perfectly.
peter wouldn't grow up.
and i am a belt notch.
(there is a song called 'peter' by elana tonra. i love it because it reminds me of a sort of brokenness. a brokenness that is overbearing, but fleeting. because Jesus is coming back. and i am going Home.)
