Confession is good for the soul

I'm a liar. I don't know why. I seem to fib about minor things. Maybe to seem smarter than I am. Maybe to get out of things I don't want to do. I've always been good at it. But it in no way honors God. Even lies that are small are beneath his standard. I realize I'll never be perfect and never get life completely right but if I can't even do the easy ones I might as well throw in the towel.
I realize from time to time what I don't get right. It makes verses like "while we were still sinners, Christ died for us" mean a lot more. Because I'm still a sinner. But I'm also a saint. My mother thinks I have low self esteem. It's not true. I'm just the only one besides God who really knows my every thought and motive and action. See I have a healthy dose of self worth but it's tempered by a huge scoop of self loathing. That's the battle. The one in your own mind. Some people don't dwell like I do. They can ask for forgiveness and just be on their merry way. I have to have a sobbing, chest-heaving episode of contrition before I can get that crappy feeling out of my system. And it's usually to music. Steve camp, third day, phillips, craig and dean to name a few.
Have you ever seen a dog be surprised by its own farts? Hilarious. Why is it that whenever anything smells bad we always want someone else to smell it? Guilty. later melancholics