by Katy Kauffman
Guilty, guilty, guilty, I told myself as I waited for the judge’s verdict. My head hung low as I waited for his decision.
I can’t believe I did that again. What was I thinking?
I glanced over at the gallery of spectators. Their condemning glares held my attention. Faces of disapproval. Their eyes penetrated my soul. I saw the faces of those who had made me feel inferior in the past. Who made me feel despised. Among them sat an envoy of the enemy, an ambassador of guilt and shame. He had harassed my spirit too many times. Of course, he would show up now. Truly I felt condemned before the judge even confirmed it.
, Romans 8
, Building Our Arsenal: Truths of Victory from Romans 8
, A Different Verdict
, Katy Kauffman
, Lighthouse Bible Studies