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I made too many promises and crossed too many boundaries.
If I could take anything back or do anything over in my life, it would be in my dating history.
I can remember exactly where I was sitting in August of 2008, wrestling with guilt and shame and regret over failed relationships and sexual sin, wondering if I would ever overcome my broken history, when a friend recited Micah 7:8–9 from memory: Rejoice not over me, O my enemy; when I fall, I shall rise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord will be a light to me.
I will bear the indignation of the Lord because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my cause and executes judgment for me.
That means the critical questions in dating are not just whom to date, how to date, and when to wed, but what to do when we get it wrong.
And the reality is most of us get it wrong at some point along the way. I dated too much (six serious relationships before I graduated from high school).
After a couple of weeks this guy’s profile showed up.
I opened it to find his main profile picture and I have to say It was love at first sight! After a day he contacted me back, within a couple of days we were texting and in less than a week speaking on the phone!
We like all the same things, finish each other’s sentences, want the same things and have already accepted that we are going to spend our life together!
The regret we carry often feels like it weighs more than we do, but that’s because we’re not meant to carry it around with us, and certainly not our own.
As I have wrestled with my own regret, two verses in particular have renewed and revolutionized how I process my failures and mistakes in the past.
Someone you care about is overwhelmed or stressed to the point of snippiness and name-calling, or worse, a complete meltdown. It was a match made in heaven and you were on Cloud Nine. After a while, it disintegrated into, “You should never has asked me to do that for you. Hijackals constantly make you second-guess yourself and question your sanity. Endlessly manipulative, she was at her best at work. They avoided her, knowing that she could turn on a dime. No question she could keep me second-guessing myself.
You make an exception because you know that it’s temporary. But, then, there are the others: the “Chronically Difficult.” These are the people who suck you in and spit you out twice as fast. You really felt seen, heard, known, appreciated, and accepted. They hijack relationships for their own purposes while scavenging them relentlessly for power, status, and control. She would smile and laugh, convincing her customers that she looked forward to seeing them. When I was at the top of my game in my career, she questioned why I bothered having children if my career was so important.