I am human, therefore, fallible. Not
only am I capable of mistakes, I make mistakes, I made mistakes, I will make
more mistakes. It isn’t reasonable to expect not to make mistakes. Do I have regrets?
A few but mostly I would still do again what I’ve done. The regrets aren’t for
the life I’ve lived but for not being kinder, more forgiving, more loving –
including to myself. I like to think I’ve done my best but truth is truth and
sometimes I was lazy, fearful, and immature… and often made excuses. But, my husband
loves me, my kids call me, and my grandkids think I’m great. What more can I
ask?
Debi, I love the progression of "I make mistakes, I made mistakes, I will make more mistakes." Something about stating it that way feels just right, like a life lesson in English class. ;)
ReplyDeleteI am a pencil thankful for her eraser, too. And thankful for a God of second chances. :)
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Thanks de. I appreciate your comment and am thankful, too,forsecond chances and often third. : )
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