A dream yet untouched
Maybe ours to chase
A life still so pure
Maybe ours to claim
Come with me, follow my lead
Let us let go of these horrid chains
Come with me, listen to my voice
There’s something so much bigger
I love you, you should know
So let’s leave this world behind
I love you, I think you realize
So let’s make something of ourselves
Quiet down. Do you hear that?
Sounds of this life slipping through the cracks
Listen up. Do you hear that?
Sounds of trumpets announcing a new beginning
Finally, today is here
Forget about the mistakes, the regret
Finally, now is the time
I know we can begin again
So take my hand, trust my every word
Will you join me?
So take my hand, walk beside me
Join me in this moment.
kadi.
Let’s rekindle that flame that fuels our passion and yearning for a life worth living.
Showing posts with label mistakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mistakes. Show all posts
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Regrets. Guilt.
Regrets suck.
Guilt is no place to live.
This is nothing I should know.
It's the Christian thing to not regret and mindlessly repeat the phrase "let God use your mistakes." ...Or something like that. To believe in a grace and trust that there's no reason to feel this guilt. It's all blanketed in a sense of forgiveness.
I know it's true. But it's another thing entirely to act like that, and not just say it.
I do a decent job of not regreting. I screw up. Beat myself up a bit. Sometimes more than I should. But give me a day and I can move on. At least most of the time. Except for this one. No matter how many sunrises I receive, it's all the same. That same regret that promises to haunt me and remind me of that Sunday afternoon back in May. Everytime I see those scars.
Sometimes I wonder. What if no word came out of my mouth that I didn't believe for myself as well? Like all of this about grace and mercy and truth and honesty. I don't think I'd be talking or writing as much. I don't think any word would form at all.
I've been told, I've heard so many times to not regret and not live in such a place as guilt. But when it comes to this, it seems just about as possible as me waking up in the morning to find no scars and my life just like it was not too long ago.
kadi.
Guilt is no place to live.
This is nothing I should know.
It's the Christian thing to not regret and mindlessly repeat the phrase "let God use your mistakes." ...Or something like that. To believe in a grace and trust that there's no reason to feel this guilt. It's all blanketed in a sense of forgiveness.
I know it's true. But it's another thing entirely to act like that, and not just say it.
I do a decent job of not regreting. I screw up. Beat myself up a bit. Sometimes more than I should. But give me a day and I can move on. At least most of the time. Except for this one. No matter how many sunrises I receive, it's all the same. That same regret that promises to haunt me and remind me of that Sunday afternoon back in May. Everytime I see those scars.
Sometimes I wonder. What if no word came out of my mouth that I didn't believe for myself as well? Like all of this about grace and mercy and truth and honesty. I don't think I'd be talking or writing as much. I don't think any word would form at all.
I've been told, I've heard so many times to not regret and not live in such a place as guilt. But when it comes to this, it seems just about as possible as me waking up in the morning to find no scars and my life just like it was not too long ago.
kadi.
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