After his weekly session with the speech therapist, Gabriel was given a special treat: a red balloon. He was 4 years old at the time. I decided to run an errand before going home. After getting out of the car, I realized too late that I should’ve secured the balloon. As soon as I opened the passenger door to get Gabriel out, up went the red balloon. “Get it down, Mommy.” I felt so bad as I helplessly looked up. I tried to explain to my son that we can’t get it back. He cried for a while, but eventually, he settled down. But to this day, he still remembers losing that balloon, and I must remind him again that we can’t get that moment back. We must move on.
The past is the past, whether it happened 4 years or just 4 minutes ago. For Gabriel, it makes little difference. An event years ago is just as vivid and real as something that just happened now.
There are seasons in my life I prefer not to relive, like those awkward and confusing adolescent years. However, I do have regrets in my past, moments I want to get back, like Gabriel’s red balloon. If I could do certain things over, I would, thinking my present would be far different and better. But preoccupation with that is futile. Like Gabriel, I must move on. My past, mistakes and all, God has used to bring me where I am today. I must press forward and live the days God has ordained for me. He has many things to show me today … if I dwell too long in the past, I might miss them.
“Do not call to mind the former things,
Or ponder things of the past.
Behold, I will do something new,
Now it will spring forth;
Will you not be aware of it?
I will even make a roadway in the wilderness,
Rivers in the desert.”
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