I need your help. I shared this confession with my dinner friends last night, but my situation has become more serious in the hours since. There's something I've been doing for the past few days that has brought an ecstatic pleasure to my life, but every time I finish doing it I feel great shame. No matter how hard I try, I just can't stop. When I finish I tell myself this will be the last time, for real this time, but I keep returning to it daily. I'm so embarrassed sharing this with you but I feel the only way for me to experience true healing and wholeness in this area of my life is to cast the net of accountability as far and wide as I can get it. So here goes.
I've been spending my free time watching the Spring Praise-a-Thon on TBN.
It's gotten out of hand. I'm becoming endeared to Jan Crouch and her purple hair. I am no longer ignorant about people such as Donnie McClurkin and Karen Wheaton. I'm considering purchasing a CD of The Crabb Family (I know, unfortunate name, but don't test the Lord by making fun of it-- these kids are ANOINTED!) I've even been tempted on a couple of occasions to send my seed gift of $7 so I can have it sown back into my life sevenfold.
Men and women of God, pray for me. Go before the thrown of grace and intercede on my behalf for me to be DELIVERED!! from this bondage I am in. I'm believing it, will you believe it for me as well? Soon I will return to the Food Network and MSNBC, I just know God will bring me back, but I need your help. I need your prayers. Do it today, people. Time is passing.