Wish I hadn’t done that

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On a whim several weeks ago I painted this because 1) I love to paint, and 2) I wanted something to cover the gaping fireplace opening since my cats seem to think that fireplace and litter box have the same meaning on occasion.  Yes, bad cats!

Anyway, I did this and it was a happy thing because 1) I found a board, unused, that fit the exact area, and 2) the cats could no longer get into the fireplace, and 3) I love the ocean…or, to be really specific, being near the ocean as opposed to in or on it.  I thought I was going to have a heart attack watching The Abyss years ago, Jaws still haunts me,  and being seasick on Lake Powell one time (yes, on a lake!) sort of ended any desire that was really never there anyway of sailing the ocean blue.  Watching it, hearing it, smelling it, touching the edges, and enjoying everything else about it, however, is something I love.  Thus, my quickie version of the ocean to lighten and brighten the room and serve aforementioned purposes.

Last week I got a bugaboo about it and painted over it.

Sob.

Not the same…which means I’ll have to paint over it again until I get it right and now we’re into something entirely not fun anymore because now it involves work and now it involves making corrections and, really, that’s just not as much fun.

Regrets are like that, though.  They result from doing something you wish you hadn’t done in the first place because if you hadn’t done it in the first place, well…

Regrets can also be because of something you wish you’d done and didn’t.  A whole ‘nother can of worms, as my Granny would say.

But since I’m talking about what I wish I hadn’t done, I thought of a few more wish I hadn’ts.

Wish I hadn’t said yes to so many cats…Miss Missy!

Wish I hadn’t gained back some of what I lost.

Wish I hadn’t said no to starting back to college four years ago…I’d be done by now if I had said yes.

Wish I hadn’t stopped writing for so long.

Wish I hadn’t stopped following my dreams.

Wish I hadn’t lost touch with so many people through the years.

Wish I hadn’t made as many mistakes through the years.

Wish I hadn’t forgotten how to just have fun and be myself.

I may be an old dog, er, cat, but still learning new tricks, still learning new ways to bless and be blessed.  God is good like that.  As long as we listen, He speaks, teaches, touches and brings joy, beauty, even from the ashes of our regrets.

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.

Isaiah 61:1-3 (NIV)

 

Tides

Tides

Tides

The thing about tides is they come in and they go out, rise and fall, flood and ebb.  According to Marine Bio, “the ocean’s surface rises and falls predictably due to changes in gravitational forces originating from the Moon and the Sun. These changes in ocean surface level are known as tides and are evidence of the influence celestial bodies have on our planet.” (http://marinebio.org/oceans/currents-tides.asp) Another thing about tides is that they bring change…in beach surface, in fishing, and in the treasures we find.  It’s fascinating to hit the beach after high tide and search for treasures.  I found sea glass on my last trip, first time ever.  And who can resist the sound of the tide rushing in, that  mesmerizing rumble-roar-crash-whoosh that speaks to us in so many ways?    Most of us talk about the tides but we rarely to never talk about the complete stoppage of the water movement that has to happen so that reversal of tide can take place.  It’s also referred to as slack since the time of stoppage can vary which is why the ebb and flow each day are slightly off in timing.  What would happen if the tide didn’t reverse, if it just stopped?  According to Marine Bio, it would become a geopotential surface, or a surface along which a parcel of air could move without undergoing any changes in its potential energy.  Void of movement, stuck in place, going nowhere.  I can’t imagine the ocean without tides, the beauty we would miss, the mysteries that wouldn’t be revealed, the goodness that wouldn’t come, all because it stopped, got stuck in one place, just slacked. People can do that sometimes, get into a place emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and just get stuck there.  All motion, backward or forward, stops.  There may be ways to get some help, to begin momentum, but until we choose to go toward it, we stay at stoppage. Sometimes we hold ourselves there out of fear.  The thought of what’s ahead, of the unknown, unfamiliar and even unwanted because we can’t imagine it could be good or better, holds us in place.  Sometimes we hold ourselves there out of denial.   We can’t acknowledge reality and any movement would force us to confirm or conforn to what we don’t want to know, don’t want to face, don’t want to accept. Sometimes we hold ourselves there out of guilt and shame.  It’s so much easier to hold onto hurt and anger and bitterness and divert the blame for feelings and circumstances rather than own our own choices and actions, our part in being where we are.  Sometimes we hold ourselves there out of unforgiveness.  How much easier it is to hold onto a grudge than let it go.  As long as we can hold onto it, we don’t have to deal with the what’s next in the relationship.     But when we stay in that stoppage, when we dig in our heels and refuse to budge, deliberately make the choice to stew there, we miss the opportunity for something good, for something we didn’t know or experience or imagine to be revealed, for change.  And not wanting things to change can be another reason we stay in stoppage.  But change is part of life whether we want it or not, and when we approach it right, change can be beautiful, and joyful, and fulfilling, and more wonderful than we ever imagined.  “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28, ASV) Our lives are so like that tide, rising, falling, ebbing, flooding, highs, lows.  It’s sometimes impossible for us to see the good in the bad, to see a reason for overwhelming, terrible feelings, to see hope in a hopeless situation, to see purpose in tragedy, to see light in the tunnel, or dream when we are oppressed.  Those hard things can put us in our own geopotential surface.  It’s when we decide to move, flutter, wave the white flag, reach out, grasp, grab, or in some way act to stir the current around our stagnation in that place that we can begin to turn the tide of where we are, our condition, our thoughts, our attitudes, our circumstances, our perspectives.   It has to start with our own choice, however.  We have to think and then do and then keep at it, even when it’s like going through the motions and the feelings don’t follow right away, but at least we are going through the motions because doing so is the start of turning the tide.  And if we keep up that motion, if we persevere, if we make a little ripple at first that little ripple will expand, become a wave that grows and brings up from the bottom all the old feelings, all the old yuckiness, all that is holding us in that bad place, and starts the roll of the tide.   Rumble-roar-crash-whoosh!  The sound of the tide changing…the start of something changing in us.   “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  Romans 8:38-39 NIV