Torn

It's a strange sort of feeling I have today. But I know it well. I've been feeling a tugging on my heart for a while now, but didn't know where to place it. I wonder if there is room for me or if I even have anything left to offer after all the ways I've fallen short.

It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. It is done. Nothing can undo it; nothing can make it otherwise than as it was.
-Charles Dickens

If you, God, kept records on wrongdoings, who would stand a chance? As it turns out, forgiveness is your habit, and that's why you're worshiped.
-Psalm 130:3
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