The two pray-ers.

Ever since Sunday Mass, I've been so drawn to the parable of the pharisee and the tax collector praying in the temple... And it really makes me think that I've always been stuck in this rut of not realizing how self-righteous I can be so often like the pharisee, and yet doubt God's forgiveness even after I've confessed my sins to him like the tax collector. Where is the happy medium? Trusting in God's forgiveness, but recognizing sinfulness in a proper fashion...

This is one of those times that I wish someone else did read this blog, because this is something I didn't realize that I've been struggling with for so long, and I could use some advice. It's really holding me back from becoming the best version of myself, and I feel like I can't figure it out. I suppose I'll keep bringing it to prayer and hope that God will grant me the grace to see more clearly.

Maybe it's about loving deeper and loving wider. Not just going through the motions, or trying to get through my day, but actually living. Not being afraid of being vulnerable or humiliated. Actually believing that God loves me as I am, but that He also wants me to become the best version of myself. And that's all I actually need in this world. Other things can be wonderful and beautiful, but they're not God.

Lord, grant me the grace to strive for proper humility.

Good song...

"I look at you and my knees grow weak
I can't think and i can't speak
I wonder how you got to me
Just another day with you

You hold my hand and my face turns red
All the blood rushes to my head
I'd like to say that it's hot instead
It's just another day with you

Baby, it could never be commonplace
To put my arms around you and be swept away
'cause

You are
Beautiful under this
Wonderful amazing sky
That I'm sure the lord made just for you
And you are
Everything that I could
Ever dream about
And I thank God
For just another day with you

Maybe it's the way you smell
A dream come true from a wishing well
A million things so i can't tell
Just another day with you

It might be the clothes you wear
Or the way you toss back that blond hair
It seems like this is so unfair
Just another day with you

It might sound crazy by my heart still skips a beat
Whenever you are sitting next to me
So come a little closer and I will tell you
Who you are"

-FFH, Another Day With You