Skeletons in my closet and all…

My opinion

As Christians it’s almost as if we are cultured to say everything “nice”

It’s as if our past is completely blotted out

And we no longer have to face or fight our demons

Sadly, we get so “holy”

Wearing two faces under one hat

We can’t encourage a brother or sister

Doing the same thing you use to do

Instead we are quick to cast down and rebuke.

So we fight for dear life to keep the closet door close

Knowing if anything there was to ever get out

It might very well be the end of us

So I took a peek into my closet

And tried to face the horrible truths

I wasn’t always a Christians

I didn’t always practice celibacy

In fact I started having sex before 21 years old

I have lied, I have cheated

I have cried and I have been broken

At a younger age I had thoughts about suicide

Because nothing felt right

Granted I might not have done

The things you have

But somewhere along the line

I can relate to your situation

I’m sorry,  I’m not yet the Proverbs 31st woman yet

Though I strive to be day and night

I wasn’t born in the family of Christ  either

I gave him my life one Sunday Morning

At almost 25 years old

Jesus Christ accepted me

Skeletons in my  closet and all

And yes, I mess up every once in a while

I still struggle with the things of the world

I do even past judgement from time to time

Sometimes I fail too

And it’s not always easy to get up the way you want to

So I thought….

If only we could tear down closet doors

If only we could read hearts and minds

Could we accept the skeletons and lies

But  God can ….

And he welcomes us all with open arms

Skeletons in our closet and all.

I have to remind myself daily

I wasn’t called by man but by Christ