Regrets follow me around like dirty dishes,

milestones, weighing me down,

reminders of decisions separated from virtue.

But they are not just that,

regrets mark where God breathed life in my conscience,

illuminating my soul and warming my heart,

not just to room temperature, but afire with love.

I regret my regrets, but they brought me home.

A home full of love and compassion,

where I now live in greater understanding.

Make all my regrets yesterdays, not today or tomorrow.

Book of Isiah

But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me;
my Lord has forgotten me.”
Can a mother forget her infant,
be without tenderness for the child of her womb?
Even should she forget,
I will never forget you.