Do i have regrets? Isn't that a right of passage into some kind of official adulthood? But I can't find any wished outcomes or do-overs, even down deep under layers of mistakes and tears and unfulfilled promises. If regret ushers me into adulthood, maybe that's the meaning of child-like faith-- if I am open with Providence, He renews any wasted time. What could I regret when He is the reauthor of my story? Maybe one day I will stop trying to write the first draft and be content being a character and not the originator. I regret nothing.
I only hope to focus on the reality of my placement, taking joy and pride in my servanthood. I hope for a less edited tomorrow.
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