There’s no age limit for a do-over
Kids never hesitate to ask for a do-over. When trying to accomplish a task, they aren’t bashful to try, as many times as it takes, until they succeed. That’s how they learn.
As adults, we sometimes lose the ambition to ask for a do-over. Instead we resort to the familiar line of, “if only I could do it all over again,” or “if I knew then what I know now.”
We can’t change history, or our past, but it certainly can change us, especially if we’re brave enough to ask for a do-over.
Throughout my teenage and young adult years, I believed carrying a chip on my shoulder was easier than asking for a do-over. Because of poor decisions and veering off the path too often, I felt I wasn’t worthy of asking for another chance. I had settled for the hand that was dealt to me, instead of asking for a new deck of cards in the game of life.
Trying to make sense of the life I’d created, I eventually began to blame my parents, as it was easier than accepting responsibility. I blamed Mom for being too nonchalant and giving me the freedom to make my own choices and Dad for being so strict it made him scary. I even went so far as to hold a grudge against them for their own relationship, which, by the time I was a teenager, seemed to be on auto-pilot instead of the fairytale idea I had of how a marriage should be.
It wasn’t until I had my daughters that I realized being a parent doesn’t automatically make you an authority on life. Laying any kind of blame on my parents was unfair, as they had provided me with the love and opportunity I needed. I just choose to follow my own guidelines instead of embracing theirs.
Struggling along as a young mother of two, I desperately wanted to ask for a do-over, change paths and provide a home that was made up of the same values and morals my parents had instilled in me, although I had lost track of them for awhile.
I began taking the girls to church, searching for a foundation they could build their lives on. Had I know then what I know now, I could have avoided all those years of being bitter and lost by embracing a truth that is greater than life itself.
While the girls learned Bible stories, I found myself, buried deep beneath layers of bad decisions, guilt and anger. I’ll never forget the relief I felt when I learned about prevenient grace — the umbrella of forgiveness He had been providing me all along and all I had to do was ask for it.
I’m thankful I had the freedom to choose my own journey, but I’m eternally grateful to have been given the opportunity to ask for do-over, through His sacrifice and return.
Embrace the blessing and have a happy Easter.
Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.