The bad news is, I already missed a day of my 100 posts on this, but the good news is day 2 and 3 go hand in hand.  so here we go:

Confession #2

Sometimes I think sanctification happens too slowly

Okay.  So, over the past months/years I’ve noticed that I am unique animal in Christian circles.  I have this unique ability to kind of blend or adapt based on surroundings.  I somehow manage to be both the older and younger brother in the parable of the Prodigal Sons. I am at once both wrestleing with my pharisaical self and my wild prodigal self.  

What, you might ask, would I prefer to my crazy split personality?  Steadiness might be nice.  steadfastness.  Instead of the wild pendulum swings that within a moment can take me from the adulturous woman, huddled at Jesus’ feet seeking grace, to the stone throwing perfectionist seeking salvation in their own righteous deeds.