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Should we have regrets?
I mean, that we’ll have regrets is common, yeah, but what does having regrets say about our relationship with God?
I regret several things which I did or didn’t do in my past, but how can I truly lament not doing what I ought? Is ‘what I ought’ what I already did, though? By not following through on x, did I effectively do ‘what I ought’?
Do I have regrets, or do I merely wonder if things would have turned out differently had I acted contrarily? Am I merely puzzling over something so idly circumspect that I am damaging my current prospects?
What if I don’t actually regret anything but am just feeling the residual emotion of a time long past? Is this nostalgia, for instance?
These are just some of the questions I have as I consider my life and what it means to truly trust in an invisible God. I still get scared, sometimes, ya know, trusting in that which I can’t see, but I have such little reason to trust in that which I do see – that which is transient, ever-changing, impermanent, and in flux.
Things aren’t so bad now, are they? I remember when my girlfriend of three years broke up with me and how I thought it was the end of the world; or when I endured that painful medical malady over the summer; or when my car repair bill was more than I made in a month. Things aren’t so bad now.
How can I have regrets? God has been so good to me all these years. How can I not forgive myself?
I mean, that we’ll have regrets is common, yeah, but what does having regrets say about our relationship with God?
I regret several things which I did or didn’t do in my past, but how can I truly lament not doing what I ought? Is ‘what I ought’ what I already did, though? By not following through on x, did I effectively do ‘what I ought’?
Do I have regrets, or do I merely wonder if things would have turned out differently had I acted contrarily? Am I merely puzzling over something so idly circumspect that I am damaging my current prospects?
What if I don’t actually regret anything but am just feeling the residual emotion of a time long past? Is this nostalgia, for instance?
These are just some of the questions I have as I consider my life and what it means to truly trust in an invisible God. I still get scared, sometimes, ya know, trusting in that which I can’t see, but I have such little reason to trust in that which I do see – that which is transient, ever-changing, impermanent, and in flux.
Things aren’t so bad now, are they? I remember when my girlfriend of three years broke up with me and how I thought it was the end of the world; or when I endured that painful medical malady over the summer; or when my car repair bill was more than I made in a month. Things aren’t so bad now.
How can I have regrets? God has been so good to me all these years. How can I not forgive myself?