I spent the week thinking about my process. My journey.
I had the assignment of speaking in stake conference about filling that journey with hope and joy. I had to think a lot about the warm blanket of regret and guilt that I sometimes snuggle up under. Man, that gets comfy.
In Isaiah we read that with joy we are to draw water from the wells of salvation (Isaiah 12:3).
The bucket of faith.
The rope of grace.
Sometimes we can pull it up on our own. Sometimes we line up at the rope with people in front of us. People behind us. Whatever it takes.
But here is my key -- let each day be a new beginning.
My life is not one big arc, but a series of many many small ones.