“I Am Free from Regrets”
Last night, at my squad’s final worship session, we shared what we were ‘free’ from, by the grace of God.Â
I said, “I am free from regrets.”Â
In July, when we were ministering in Isabania, Kenya, I realized that I struggled with regrets from recent years. I regreted my broken relationships with my parents. I regreted hurting an old friend’s feelings. I also regreted that (for as long as I can remember) I had placed such high standards on my siblings and I that I no longer could see the four of us as we really are: broken, but beautiful in God’s eyes.Â
There were a few other minor regrets, like not rafting the entire Colorado River through the Grand Canyon and missing a few of my friends’ weddings, but just as I declared my relatively new-found freedom from regrets, all regrets, monumental and miniature, no longer had a rightful place in my life.Â
Since June (and last night was an additional reminder), I feel a bit lighter. A bit more open. A bit more free.Â
Free to live, love, serve, and minister without regrets from 5 years ago and even from 5 minutes ago.Â
I have also been free to love my family in a new way and let go of the past.Â
What are you in need of freedom from?
