Yes, I cuss. Inwardly, I cuss.
Yes, I know, I’m a Christian.
My cussing is like a curse that I gotta wrangle with for now.
Would I like to have a Christian-clean language? I would. But, I don’t, I still can’t.
It’s called work in progress. And I’m a double degree in Work In Progress and I Really Wanna Be Christlike! But Dang, Do I Stumble.
So what I’m not saying is—that it’s ok, it’s no big deal and I’ll just carelessly go on with it.
But what I’m saying is—I know that I’m dealing with it, I struggle, and it’s not ok to cuss, but it’s where I am now and God knows it.