Regret is a four letter word. It can cause more pain than any other emotion. It swims inside the head of its beholder and dwells there...it lurks behind every memory and crouches behind every thought.
But this is King David's plea to God to be rescued from his regret:
"Have mercy on me, oh God, according to Your steadfast love; according to Your abundant mercy. Against You and You only have I sined and done what is evil in Your sight. But You delight in truth in the inword being, and You teach me truth in the secret heart. Purge me with hyssop and I will be clean; wash me and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have broken rejoice! Create in me a clean heart, oh God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit."
How can a God of such vast holiness love one like me enough to "let me hear joy and gladness" and "renew a steadfast spirit within me"? It's a thought far beyond my capacity. But if Christ will show me to the point of gladness, how can I regret the things that caused me to cry for mercy? In the song "How He Loves" by John Mark McMillan, the last phrase says: "I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way He loves us." Christ's love abounded in my moments of weakness and regret. When I had no one else and when the rest of the world abandoned me, His love was steadfast. How can I regret my weakness when it displayed the strength of Christ? My rebuilding will bring glory to God, and that's beautiful.
at least that's what I tell myself every day... I'm trying to hope
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But this is King David's plea to God to be rescued from his regret:
"Have mercy on me, oh God, according to Your steadfast love; according to Your abundant mercy. Against You and You only have I sined and done what is evil in Your sight. But You delight in truth in the inword being, and You teach me truth in the secret heart. Purge me with hyssop and I will be clean; wash me and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have broken rejoice! Create in me a clean heart, oh God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit."
How can a God of such vast holiness love one like me enough to "let me hear joy and gladness" and "renew a steadfast spirit within me"? It's a thought far beyond my capacity. But if Christ will show me to the point of gladness, how can I regret the things that caused me to cry for mercy? In the song "How He Loves" by John Mark McMillan, the last phrase says: "I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way He loves us." Christ's love abounded in my moments of weakness and regret. When I had no one else and when the rest of the world abandoned me, His love was steadfast. How can I regret my weakness when it displayed the strength of Christ? My rebuilding will bring glory to God, and that's beautiful.
at least that's what I tell myself every day... I'm trying to hope
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