Today's direction is to share a regret I have.
Well you don't have time for all those admissions! :) I actually struggled with this one because I just posted that "from my heart" post last week and I didn't want to post another deep heart-wrenching confession again so soon.
But I sorted through the regrets of my past and came up with one that isn't so "deep." When Isaac broke up with me, he said he wouldn't be angry if I burned all the pictures of us. Well, Isaac, that's not gonna happen. You were part of my life. A significant part of my life and journey. To burn your pictures would be to throw away a beautiful piece of my journey.
I did that once and I've regretted it ever since.
Right after college, I had a very brief relationship (so brief, it wasn't even classified as an exclusive relationship) with a guy I met through work. Y'all, he was one good looking guy. And not only that, he was so charming! He emailed me all the time and even sent me fun faxes (hey, it was a while ago...) to find as I sorted through the work faxes. I kept them all, but someone encouraged me to get rid of them as a mark of healing after our relationship ended.
I did.
I hate it that I did.
It was such a fun story in my life. The things he said to me are things I wish I could still read just for fun. I declared on the spot that I would not write any other guy out completely. Sure, there have been things I've gotten rid of here and there that were associated with this guy or that. But not the pictures. Not the notes. Not the memories. They are part of who I am and I will not get rid of them again!
So...what about you? Regrets?
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3 comments:
It sounded corney when I was younger..BUT - I regret not telling people nearly enough how much I love them. People like my parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and dear, dear friends. In recent years I've lost people in all those categories and wish, just one more time, I could tell all of them I love them. Once they are gone, it's just too late. I hope we all remember to not embrace the opportunity to say "I love you" to those close to us.
I felt led for two or three weeks to witness to my brother-in-law. The last time I saw him I wavered and did not do it. I had even prayed on my way there that he would be sober and receptive. About two weeks later, we received a phone call at 2:45 a.m. that he had passed away. I will never forget the feeling that started in the soles of my feet and rushed up to the top of my head. I look at that now and think, "So what if he would have been mad at me? He's gone now and it wouldn't have mattered!" What would have mattered most would have been to follow God's direction. That will not happen again!
I think both those are very valid - and important things to keep at the front of our perspectives!!
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