Each night my last thoughts have to do with how vile I am. When I lay my head down and begin to descend into the world of sleep, it is as if my pillow whispers into my ear and makes me recall how wickedly I acted that day.
It only lasts a moment, but it is enough to catalog my sins of omission and commission. I am reminded of how prayerlessness I had been and how pitiful my fight against temptation had been. Much like a trailer for a movie I have a momentary overview of my day wherein I recall my careless thoughts, foolish words, and weaknesses of the flesh.
I continue into that drowsy state knowing Christ has bled for them all. This, for certain, allows me to sleep soundly. Nevertheless, I drift off with the penitent laments of how powerless I am to conquer sin.
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