It wasn't just the regret part that made me stop, reread it, and write it down. It was the question in my heart that said, "Have I ever been close to Esau's regret?"
I've never really suffered from terribly low self-esteem...until my two youngest girls became young adults.
Isn't everything supposed to be glorious when you decide to come back to God? I never expected death and devastation, trauma and pain to be a part of my pathway back. Yet there it was overwhelming me with pain and promising everything in return.
I am now part of the “Sandwich Generation” and more specifically, a Club Sandwich. But even if we’ve felt the pinch of living between the slices and are just bone weary, it is warming, in a way, to know you are dedicated to your family in all it’s forms.
It is one of the most joyful and lonely feelings I've ever had. I was one person in the sea of hundreds and though we were all focused on Jesus we were strangers lost in our own thoughts and personal salvation.