sorrow | Blessings through raindrops...

I heard a song about the value of time, and looking back on life with only regret. The old guy in the song is talking to a younger guy, telling him all about his regrets in life, because he didn’t take time.

Time for his family, time for his friends, time for a smile, time for a hug. His advice was to slow down, and enjoy what you have each day, because before you know it… it will be gone.

I know that time goes by quickly. Every day it seems to go by just a little bit faster. I’m not sure how that happens, but it does!

And, I guess we will all end up with a few regrets at the end of our life. I know I have a few, and there will probably be a few more as my life goes on.

Of course there will be things in this life that are out of my control, that may or may not cause regret. I realize this.

But is it necessary to live a life full of regret? I sure hope not.

So, what does the word regret mean? I looked it up.

sorrw aroused by circumstances beyond one’s control or power to repair
an expression of distressing emotion (as sorrow)

It looks to me like I won’t be able to get though life without them. But I think that by making good choices, I just might be able to limit the number of regrets, and maybe even eliminate a few along the way.

And that’s what I want.

I want to smile, and enjoy the moments of every day, and hopefully not end up like that old guy in the song!

Reblog: Overcoming Regrets ” Unshakable Hope (yourmesshismessage.wordpress.com)

This time last week I was traveling north to be with my daughter and her husband, to celebrate the 1st birthday of our youngest grandson. A sweet little blue-eyed boy, with a sparkle in his eyes, and the infectious belly laugh of a one year old.

Happy Birthday, little guy! I love you so much!

This time last week, 26 lives were ripped from this world in a horrific shooting at a grade school in Newtown CT. The lives of mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, grandmas and grandpas, were changed in ways that I can’t even imagine. Changed in a way I don’t want to imagine, because it should never have to be imagined. It just shouldn’t be.

The extreme contrast of the two did not go unnoticed by anyone in my family. Our event was to celebrate a life, a milestone. In Newtown, they were mourning. It was a tragedy. Plain and simple, as there is just no other way to describe it.

My heart, it is so full. It’s full and overflowing with the memories of the week-end, and struggling with the wide range of emotions. The sorrow for the families who are in so much pain. The blessing of a wonderful husband, the gift of amazing children, and the joy of precious grandchildren.

I feel a little like Mary right now, “pondering all these things in my heart“. It was a very special moment in my life. Our time together as a family was full of laughter, and hugs, and smiles. In Newtown, there are only hugs and tears.

And once again I am made aware of life and its brevity. How abruptly it can end, and how important it is to cherish my family each moment that we have together. I am reminded by the powerful message of the inability to control, and I am overwhelmed by the security and knowledge that we are all in the Hands of God.