Reflections- Yesterday

In my last post I mentioned how agreeing to what the boy wanted was a mistake. Well, I went to church yesterday and realized something else...
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Repenting is a never-ending thing.

The preacher told everyone in the church to repent for any sins or even bad thoughts they'd had over the past year.

Everyone messes up. If someone tells you that they are perfect, they are lying. Even worse, sometimes we don't even realize when we are making bad decisions. It just happens.

And when we don't realize our mistakes there's someone who tries to repent for us. So, if we are always repenting, when are we supposed to be content with the imperfect people we are?

Or are we supposed to never feel content? Are we supposed to always be on our knees praying because we messed up (or we had a messed up thought)?