With a shaky voice, I began to explain what I was going through. How I never felt good enough for God. How I believed that God's Grace was for everyone but me. And as I expressed my strugglings, my soul felt lifted. When my turmoil was brought to light, I felt free.
While I confessed my trials and my self-condemnation, my friends listened with supportive nods and encouraging words. As I poured out my soul, I felt their love and concern for me. I was finally being heard.
But I still hadn't found peace with God. I may have confessed my strife, but I was only on Step One.
Step Two came later that night.