Willful Contempt

My heart is filled with rebellion.

When did it become like that?

When did I start to willfully violate the law? Or begin to treat the king's authority with contempt?

This willfulness, this contempt, runs rampant in me. This desire to stray. To turn away.

I am appalled by such.

Fire exposes, lays bare.

This scorch unmasks my rebellion.

1 John 1:8 If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. 1 John 1:10 If we claim we have not sinned, we make Him out to be a liar and His word has no place in us.

I have claimed.

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9

I confess.

I agree with Him that I am rebellious. Brimming with willful contempt.

Just as washing away soot requires effort, so does this confessing.

Water removes the sludge. So does shed blood.

Flames can consume.

So does grace.