Last week I certainly did not use the same skillet to cook all three meals.
Feeling guilty because you hit snooze 45 times this morning?
Ashamed because right after you told your husband how much you loved him, you got on his case about leaving his dirty clothes on TOP of the hamper again?!
Well, don't be!
Everyone makes mistakes and has those deep dark (or sometimes frightening public) secrets we'd rather no one know about.
But admissions to such guilt can be a wonderfully freeing experience.
MckMama and about 200 of her friends think so!
Without washing said skillet in between said meals.
I am always extremely sanitary and therefore never revert back to the necessary evils of college dorm life.
And even if I did I definitely would not admit that I was rather thrilled at the convenience of said skillet scenario.
(Did you pronounce that "senAHrio" or "senARio"? The first one is so much cooler.)
Never would I ever race to Meijer the day after a candy-laden holiday such as Easter just to take advantage of holiday candy sales.
But, just in case I might possibly do such a ridiculous thing I definitely wouldn't come home with a bag of my favorite Easter candy--Reese's Eggs
AND a FORTY-TWO ounce bag of plain M&Ms.
I would never splurge on a ridiculously low-priced over-sized bag of my favorite bite-sized candy.
And, well, even if there's the slightest chance I might buy a 42oz bag of pastel colored M&Ms I certainly would not have almost half the bag eaten already.
pay no attention to the words of THIS blog post in the background.
And most embarrassingly.
Or not, since this story is certainly not about me.
I most emphatically did not have to stop and think where I had last placed my Bible/devotional/prayer journal.
I am always a perfectly spotless example of what devotion to my God looks like.
So I'm not completely ashamed by such hypocrisy.
And though I have plenty of ways to excuse my behavior I am certainly not so convicted that I know better than to try to redeem myself for this.
Thankfully, my God was not harsh with me.
He welcomed me back with open arms.
He'd been waiting eagerly for my wayward spirit's return.