Like anyone, there have been times in my life where I sometimes think I would wish for a different outcome, given the chance for a redo. Times have existed where pain was real and agonizing, in a literal and figurative way.
Times where loss undid me, and I just wanted things to go black, though I never thought of taking drastic measures myself.
When thoughts of these times or circumstances come (and intrude on my outlook today) it occurs to me that as difficult as the hard times were, they had their part in shaping the person I was into the person I’m in the process of becoming.
And if I changed even one part of my past, it’s very likely none of the pictures below would have happened.
I guess God knows what he’s doing.