Sometimes I Prefer Anger

I accidentally started my Scripture reading, today, in the KJV.  It's one of the hazards of technology.  Interestingly, I liked how Psalm 69:3 was phrased,

"I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God" (KJV).

I am weary of my crying.  And... so is everyone else.  And... that's OK.

I really do much better with anger.  For whatever reason, it is an easier emotion for me to control.  The truth is, though, anger is such a huge waste of time.  As is regret.

I saw this video earlier today, and it struck a chord with me:

There is so much truth to what is seen here.  Almost every regret I have is about something I didn't do or say.  Sometimes this can be fixed.  If you're in a situation where you can right a wrong by simply doing or saying what you should have done or said all along, I cannot encourage you enough to do it.  Say it.  Don't waste another minute.  It might seem impossible, but those actually are not the regrets that are the most difficult.  The really hard ones are the ones you have to let go.

What do we do with that?  What do we do when we find ourselves in a place where even the right action or the right word will no longer create the right result? 

George Eliot once said, "It's never too late to be what you might have been."  He was wrong.  Because sometimes the cliché, "It's never too late," is a lie.  Sometimes it is too late!  Permanently, irrevocably, too late!

But, thankfully, C.S. Lewis has a pretty good quote, too, "You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream."  This one is true.  Give yourself grace.  You cannot change what might have been, but you can change what could still be.  Re-evaluate.  Think about the things that are still there before you, and determine to not look back on these things with regret.  Dream something new.

L.