Ghosts

I believe in ghosts - but not the usual kind. I believe in the ghosts of wrong deeds. However you repent of them, they have a way of coming back and haunting you.

One is haunting me now as I write. In fact, it is why I write.

It was a sin that apparently left a vicious scar on a memory other than mine. It is a ghost that now threatens the very ground on which I stand.

Just when I thought that all is well again. Just when I thought I could finally begin again.

"Do not yield. Do not succumb." -God.

Lord, let Your grace be sufficient for me. Please get me through.