|Original image courtesy Teresa Garrett-Martin of Homespun Photography|
I try to remind myself of this often. Not to make myself feel bad, but to remind myself that my sins are no less wrong than the sins of anyone else. My sins (less than generous thoughts about certain people or situations, coveting the belongings of friends, etc) act as a hammer pounding the nails into the hands of Jesus just the same as the sins of anyone else.
It also reminds me that no matter the sins (in truth or just my perception) of someone, God still loves them. I know this because, despite my sins, I know He still loves me.