My wretchedness doesn’t make God any less worthy of service and honor. And although my service and actions may seem contradictory, those who view can’t see my heart and my struggle. So, I’ve got to keep serving despite the war that exists between what I would do and what I actually do. Now, I must get myself together, I don’t have a license to be wrong, but I can’t stop serving because of it. Because let’s face it, when was I ever worthy enough or “right” enough to share a written word about the Lord.