Sin is dirty. Ugly. Staining. A bloody smear across a canvas of white. Sin is shameful. Wretched. Filthy. Exposing my nakedness to a mocking, unforgiving world. Heaping guilt upon guilt for all the times I have failed, fallen, given in. Sin is constantly reminding. Accusing. Judging. A cruel tormentor to my burdened soul. Amidst all… Continue reading Threads of Gratitude: White Linen Cloths Edition
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