There is nothing special about January 1.
As a day, it’s not really different than any other day.
It holds no special power or ability that other days do not possess.
And yet, it tends to be the day of the year we all dare to try new things. We launch adventures, set resolutions and hope for something different this year. I do the same thing and over the years I’ve learned a lot about what holds me back from actually doing something.
More than anything, I struggle with the fear of regret.
What if I make a decision and I regret it?
What if I choose the wrong thing and I regret it?
What if things don’t turn out the right way and I regret it?
Fictional regret often cripples us from factual action.
Future regret paralyzes our present.
But here’s something I feel like God asked me once when it comes to regret:
“Am I not more powerful than regret?”
That’s a simple question, but at the heart of it is a problem. When you are afraid you might make a mistake you act as if God is not in the business of redeeming mistakes. You act as if you could make a mistake he could not handle. You act as if God is smaller than your mistakes.
He’s not. He’s awful big.
Bigger than mistakes.
Bigger than failure.
And yes, bigger than regret.