Regrets & Living Without Them

When I wake up in the morning, I need to decide between fruit or cereal. While on my 10 minute break at work, I am faced with the decision to buy my one dollar diet coke from Mrs. Field's or Auntie Anne's. Every night, I must choose between staying up late or going to bed at a decent hour. With so many minute choices, one would think that we'd have enough practice when the time comes to make the big decisions that can change our lives.

All year long, I struggled to decide if I should stay home for the summer or to work at Springhill, which is approximately four hours away from my house. After months and months of consideration and detailed pro/con lists, I finally decided to remain at home. Within the first two weeks of my summer, I already regretted my decision. With only forty days left until I move my life to East Lansing, every ounce of regret has disappeared.

If I had gone to the small town of Evart, I know God would have been working through me every single day. It took me a month to realize that He does that whether I'm working at a Christian camp or selling bras at Aerie. That realization caused regret to leave my mind. Since God gave us the gift of freewill, He works overtime to ensure that every decision we make falls into His plan. To me, that's quite the idea to grasp. I know I make wrong decisions everyday of my life, but somehow, He manages to work through each and every one. So far, I have gotten closer to friends who will keep me grounded when I move. I have made new friends, one in particular, who God is certainly working through to touch my life.

I may just be attending graduation parties and working in a clothing store, but God has shown me that He will work through me no matter where I am. As I prepare to leave home, plenty of opportunities to dwell in regret will present themselves, but I will simply walk away.