The sin of my past was loud. It wasn’t subtle or private, it was out in the open and obvious. I still feel like I can hear it when I walk down the street. So much of my identity today seems to be wrapped up in my past, who I once was and what I once did.
Guilt and shame seem to reign in my life more than grace and forgiveness. I see myself so clearly in my shortcomings that it distorts my whole perspective for who I truly am.