Roots

I wonder where those thoughts came from, a horrible mess of thoughts that would shame me if anyone knew them. How did they simply sprout into my mind without warning?

I had a warning. Deep inside my heart long ago roots of sinfulness had began to grow. Sometimes I saw them so I would tend to them with confession to God.

Sin though is like a bind weed. Its roots go so far down that if not treated properly the roots soon take over your whole life.

The sin is fun and seemingly delightful. I don't care about the roots it has taken and let them flourish and then I am degusted at myself. Realizing I'm a vile sinner with no good in me at all.

 Sin did not suddenly appear in my life...I let the roots grow. How much more pleasent would life simply be if the roots of sin were squelched quickly before the damage in my life began to damage the lives of others?

I think I need to go do some root pulling in my heart and seek the forgiveness of God and restoration.