One word at a time: Regret (by Bridget Chumbley)

By "social media guru" standards, I suppose I don't have many followers on the twitter - 954 at last count. But that's certainly more than I could ever really keep up with. But the great thing about tweetdeck is that you can create a "favorites" column to keep up with your favorite tweeters. Bridget Chumbley certainly falls into that category. Always kind, always encouraging. And did I mention she's a very good writer? Also? She quoted me - which has nothing to do with the fact that she's guest posting. (It's just nice to hear someone else quote me besides my kids, because they use my words against me.)

Here's Bridget with some thoughts on Regret:

I've found myself spending a lot of time recently dwelling on regrets. Some regrets are for things I've said or done that caused hurt and pain, some revolve around situations that were completely out of my control, while others resulted from a lack of comprehension, simply because I was young and immature...



Growing up, I used to get really angry and frustrated with my mom. She's struggled with health issues and chronic pain for as long as I can remember, but as a child I tended to be selfish and focused on how it would affect me...not how hard it was on her (physically as well as emotionally). There were times we'd be driving to Disneyland (or somewhere else I REALLY wanted to go), and half-way there we'd have to turn around and go home, because she'd be sick or hurting.

1Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

I'm not sure how you dealt with disappointment when you were young, but I got pretty upset. I'd sit in the car with steam coming out my ears, insensitive to the fact my mom was obviously feeling guilty enough without my 'tantrum' in the backseat. Now that I'm older (and I hope wiser), I understand what she was dealing with, and what a constant struggle it was for her to plan those family outings, never knowing what each day would have in store for her body.

Another regret is of a time I was being babysat while my parents were at work. The babysitter decided we'd take a ride on her bike up to our local store. This was NOT something we were supposed to do while she watched me, and to top it off she put me on the handlebars! Sadly, she hit the curb with the front tire, and subsequently I hit the gravel driveway (face-first). I ended up in the emergency room, with much of my face left behind on the road.

I don't remember most of what happened (being unconscious can do this), but I've been told that when I was able to talk, I blamed my babysitter for the 'accident'. I was upset and scared, and said a lot of things I didn't mean!

Most of us have had moments like this, we're hurt or afraid and we speak before thinking...then when we've come to our senses, we apologize and hopefully we're forgiven and we move on. Well, not long after this 'incident', before I realized how stupid and childish I was being, my babysitter was killed in a tragic school bus accident. When I read her name off the list of deceased students in the newspaper, I remember being shocked and full of regret...why didn't I just say I was sorry?

Many years later, during the summer of my freshman year of high school, I spent a few weeks with some relatives in Connecticut. It was a great trip (my first one without parents along), but about 2 weeks into the trip, I received news that my dear friend Brian (we'd had a crush on each other for years) had been killed in a horrible car accident, along with his dad.

Needless to say I was devastated. Not only didn't I get a chance to say good bye to Brian, I also missed the funeral by the time they were able to reach me. I went to the cemetery as soon as I got back home, but it wasn't the same. I still have a deep regret for things left unsaid and unresolved...

Now I'm an adult (at least according to my age), and I've had plenty of lessons taught to me (some harder than others)... life is short, take nothing for granted...take opportunities as they arise, because there might not be others...

Ephesians 4:32 Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

Why then is it still so hard to do what we know to be right? There are situations I need to put in the past... words left unspoken... people I need to forgive (starting with myself)... but it's a constant struggle! I know better than to procrastinate, yet here I sit with a heavy heart and a stubborn head!


"Forgiving others is a gift we give ourselves" ~ katdish

It's never too late to show compassion, and Jesus Christ gave us the ultimate example of forgiveness! Should we continue living with regrets and heartache, or are we ready to give ourselves that priceless gift and finally let go?

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To read more from Bridget Chumbley, visit her at One Word at a Time and follow her on the twitter at @bridgetchumbley.