I once knew the secret of life. Then I found out that I was wrong.
A few years ago, my goal was to live a life with no regrets. At the time that meant that I had to make all the right decisions, and avoid the messes that everyone around me was getting into.
Yeah, I had a plan for dealing with all of that. I would just be a good girl and avoid all of the bad stuff everyone else was doing.
What I know now is that we all fail. All of us. By trying to step carefully around every mud puddle, I limited myself to years of stress, fruitless effort, and nervousness (all right, downright fear). I couldn't understand why I wasn't happier, why life didn't feel more...zestful. Why I wasn't closer to God. Little did I know that by attempting to live a perfect life by avoiding mistakes, I was making the worst mistake of all.
If I could step back in time and hammer something into my brown-eyed, straight-haired, braces-bound, 13 year-old head, it would be that failure is actually a good thing. The Lord said, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness" (2 Corinthians 12:9). I didn't believe that back then. Today I hope I know better.
Even if I could go through life without making any mistakes, I wouldn't want to. Following my perfect Savior: yes. Avoiding pain by never daring to risk failure: no longer.
What would YOU tell your 13 year-old self?