First, the past. Whatever has happened is in the past. It's over. Sure, we've got to live with it. But there's no point crying over spilled milk. You just get a rag and clean it up. Particularly in my life, this meant there was no point being angry about a screwed up childhood. Others made their choices and I have to live with it. But I'm not going to regret it.
But then this also applied to the present and future. I'm eighteen and I've got a life to live before me. Choices to make. Life choices. "I don't want to stand with the setting sun and hate myself for the things that I've done." So I won't. I'll make my choices with care and consideration. If I do this tonight, will I regret it tomorrow? Yes. Then I'm not doing it. Simple as that.*
At least, it all seemed that simple. No regrets. Move forward. Look forward. Watch where you step along the way and keep moving.
Those steps led me to God. Then there was a whole world of other mottos: Love God. Love others. Serve God. Keep the Sabbath. Meditate on the word. Ask everything of God. Be humble. Be gracious. Loving. Kind. Honest.
Frankly, I forgot about the "No regrets" rule. There were too many other things to worry about. But now, as I'm hitting 30 this year, I've been doing a lot of reflecting.
And you know what? I think "no regrets" pretty well sums up where I am in life. And I'd say that's pretty biblical.
*Yeah, I'll make some mistakes along the way, but then it falls under the first corollary.
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