I’m sorry. I’ve said it far too often for all the wrong reasons, to make myself small for the sake of someone else’s ego. I’ve uttered those two words too many times beneath my breath, using them as a period at the end of an insecure statement to mask my perceived incompetence or inadequacy.
I’m sorry. I’ve not said it nearly enough, to humble myself at His feet because there is nothing that I’ve done that is worthy of His Grace. I’ve silenced those two words too many times beneath my breath, holding onto my pride as if my pride could buy my way to happiness.