Gracious spirit, my keeper and guardian, I come to you to confess my sins. My mind was weak, my anger turned to an uncontrollable rage. I wish to repent, heal me of these self inflicted wounds. Allow me to repent so I may live my life the right way again.
It doesn’t take a master to hold a sword.
Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm. (Publilius Syrus)
Those with the gift of a talent find joy in exploring and applying it.