I wrote parts of this many years ago when I had deeply wounded a friend. Today I am struggling on behalf of another friend whose mistake I did not see in time to help her avoid it. I am holding on to God’s promises and asking Him to do what He says He will: work this—even this—together for good…
I made a terrible mistake.
I made a terrible mistake and I cannot fix it.
“I’m sorry” lacks the power to mend.
“I was wrong” will not repair this bridge that I have burned.
Yet in the midst of my tears, God gently reminds me of who He is:
The One Who Heals.
The One Who Provides.
Redeem: “to compensate, or make amends for,
to return something lost or stolen,
usually through the fault of another.” In this, I find peace.
In this, I am reminded that God has placed Himself in charge
of making amends that I cannot.
God has made Himself responsible for restoring what is lost.
Even when it’s my fault.
Even when I don’t deserve it.
Even when I can’t see how.
I am hurt, but not without hope.
I am full of regret, but not despair. “Where sin abounds, grace abounds much more” (Romans 5:20) “For love covers a multitude of sins” (1 Peter 4:8)
“All things work together for good.” (Romans 8:28)
30 days of Poetry, Day 21