I was watching a Sci-Fi show on Netflix with my husband last night, and it came to a point where the Time Travelers realized they would become stuck in the past in the bodies they inhabited. One character was an older man, and he found himself stuck inside the body of a teenager. I said to my husband, “I wouldn’t mind having the knowledge I have now back when I was a teen!” And he agreed.
I haven’t learned everything God has in store for me to learn, but in the past decade alone I’m amazed at the changes He’s brought in my thinking. My husband mentioned to me last night that I wouldn’t be the person I am today had I not made the mistakes I made then, and though I concurred it doesn’t mean I’m not mildly regretful of the past. It certainly would have saved me some heartache. If I could write a blog to my past self it might sound something like this.
