Regret is all too familiar for each of us. Some regrets can be shrugged off, as easy as you would a gnat.
And there are some, that linger in the air, with a strong aroma of “what ifs”.
Still there are those that hit you like a bus, running you over, again and again, breaking every backbone and wishbone you’ve managed to build since.
It is a date, a scent, a song, a color, a place, that uncovers the regret, as if lifting a rock to expose maggots and worms.
Against all odds, it has remained a part of you, even though, not in your everyday thinking; awakening what you knew, back when…no matter how much time passes, it. will. always. remain.
It is part of you.
You are saddened by the part of you that was before and no more, taken and replaced by this regret.
Death in its place, walking, talking, sleeping, as if regret had not stolen its soul.
A scripture comes to mind today, as I fight back tears,
this too, He died for.
2 Corinthians 5:17 ESV
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.