“I’ve blown it – I’ve made so many bad choices! The Bible says God will forgive me, if I confess it all to Him, turn around from the wrong path I have been going down, and then go in the opposite direction. But, I can’t forgive myself! Everyone knows what I have done! I don’t have anything to tell anyone that will make a difference for good in their life? I can’t have a ministry – look what I have done! God can’t use me!”
As a consultant that traveled almost 100% of the time, it was difficult for several years to establish an environment in my home where I felt that I contributed signficantly to the development of my children. I was often plagued by feelings of remorse because I missed so much of their lives at an early age – and, consistency was always a problem.
I had been on my face praying for what seemed like hours when my parents finally walked through the front door. My aunt had been battling with breast cancer and it did not look good.
As a boy I remember seeing her face light up with joy as she won a family game of cards; but it could just as quickly turn precocious as she plotted mischief with one of her children.