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JDZwiers19
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I just got back from confession.
Two years ago I went for the first time in 15 years. It was probably my first honest confession ever.
After that confession I made a commitment to go every week. My next confession was 8 months later.
The time between my last one and this one was only 4 months. Better, but still far from my goal.
I have noticed something odd about my confessions. Every time I make a firm resolution to go, not a half hour before I leave all Hell breaks loose. Either my wife becomes irritated and I get into an argument or my kids start acting up or I get a work related call that causes me a great deal of stress. Whatever the case, it always devastates my presence of mind.
This evening both my kids had a complete melt down and my wife was shouting at them. Thankfully I was able to force myself oput the door (It wasn’t easy) and after driving a couple laps around the block was able to reclaim my composure and some semblance of a contrite heart.
This happens every single time. Coincidence? I think not.
Mixed with the usual feelings of doubt about the validity of my confession I now believe that Satan is throwing everything he has at me to keep me from the confessional.
Does anyone else have this experience?
Two years ago I went for the first time in 15 years. It was probably my first honest confession ever.
After that confession I made a commitment to go every week. My next confession was 8 months later.
The time between my last one and this one was only 4 months. Better, but still far from my goal.
I have noticed something odd about my confessions. Every time I make a firm resolution to go, not a half hour before I leave all Hell breaks loose. Either my wife becomes irritated and I get into an argument or my kids start acting up or I get a work related call that causes me a great deal of stress. Whatever the case, it always devastates my presence of mind.
This evening both my kids had a complete melt down and my wife was shouting at them. Thankfully I was able to force myself oput the door (It wasn’t easy) and after driving a couple laps around the block was able to reclaim my composure and some semblance of a contrite heart.
This happens every single time. Coincidence? I think not.
Mixed with the usual feelings of doubt about the validity of my confession I now believe that Satan is throwing everything he has at me to keep me from the confessional.
Does anyone else have this experience?