An Everyday Mormon

Repentance.  The word seems to have a certain sting to it.  Confessions to a priest, the past deconstructed in a bishop’s office, silent tears shed in despair.  This is what we think of when we hear this word.  Disappointments, fears, regrets, all held in tight to our chests.  We spend our entire lives trying to avoid it.  It is only something, in our minds, that is done by sinners, the unholy, the ungodly, the guilty.  When our own choices bring it upon us we shrink from it, avoid it at all costs.  We shouldn’t have to be going through this, we are the good ones.  I don’t need this right now, I can’t deal with it with all the things going on in my life. Recently I’ve been thinking about this.  A new year with its new expectations always is followed by its unique disappointments.  Failed goals and deflated determination plague the once hopeful soul.   Winter is always the time that guilt creeps up on me.  Sometimes it is warranted and sometimes it isn’t but the cold settles in just as ...