Having a regret in life is something that can tear us apart, inside and out. We have regrets when we make bad decisions in learning, when we are in love, and when we lose something. We also have regrets when we blame ourselves for something or when we are scared and being held back by fear.
I’ve probably had many regrets in my life, but I’ve got over most of them. The one thing I regret most in my life though is my choice in education. I don’t have a degree. Yeah, ok, so a degree doesn’t define me, I know that. But, when people look at your qualifications on a piece of paper before they know you, it does define you.
I’m joining up again with the Five Minute Friday Community, but this time with something different. The prompt we were given was the word ‘why’.
I expected to either write about all the whys we can ask God, or better still, all the whys we get from our children when they are in one of those wind up moods. You know, when you tell them to do something and they make that three letter word sound like the longest word going…
”Whyyyyyyyyyyy?”
You get what I mean? Well, I wrote something different instead. This week I have been prompted to write a poem. If you want to read what other people wrote, then click here.
As for the one who is weak in faith, welcome him, but not to quarrel over opinions. One person believes he may eat anything, while the weak person eats only vegetables. Let not the one who eats despise the one who abstains, and let not the one who abstains pass judgment on the one who eats, for God has welcomed him.
Romans 14:1-3
When I don’t agree with something, you will know about it. I may not always say it, I usually would do though, but I think my face gives it away most of time! So if you see my eyebrows furrowing when you’re talking and I’m still silent, I’ll apologise now because it’s probably because I don’t agree with you. I will keep quiet though, not because I know better, but because I will respect you and you have your own opinion.
I have already mentioned in a previous post that I haven’t made any New Years resolutions this year. I don’t see the point as it’s just too much pressure to try and keep one. Especially when you’re the parent of small children, right?
Instead, I’m focusing on one word (midst) which I hope will keep me centred throughout the year. This is the first post that I am writing, which focuses on this word, and I hope to write one each month for the rest of the year.
I, of all people, should be thankful for my children. It took me 5 years to conceive to have my first, and she was nothing short of a miracle when she came into this world. But do you know what? This parenting lark is hard. Oh my word! Hard is an understatement.
I surrender. I hold up my hands. I give up. I can’t do this anymore.
These are words I don’t say lightly. I don’t give up too easily and I hate losing. But when it comes to living my life how I am supposed to, I have to give up.
Why?
I can’t do this all on my own. I can’t play this game of life the way that I want to and I’m struggling to win this race.
