We all make ‘em.
Why? Your guess is as good as mine.
Maybe it’s simple human flailing–none of us are perfect, after all.
Maybe we’ve been tripped up by the evil one.
Maybe it’s just a matter of not thinking a situation through.
Maybe it’s the natural tendency of human flesh to screw up.
Oh, Lord, I pray it’s not that last one. As I get older, I’d like to think I’m also getting wiser.
For whatever reason, we all make mistakes.
What we do about them when we make them, is what determines if we land in the win or lose column of life.
What do you do when you make a mistake?
Do you circle back around?
Make restitution where it’s needed?
Quickly go to work cleaning your side of the street?
Do you actively surrender your stumbling and bumbling around to the One who can scrub you clean?
Or do you…
Persist in your error?
Justify what you’ve done?
Become so discouraged by yet another character defect showing up that you run and hide, pull the covers over your head, indulge in self-loathing and throw your hands in the air in defeat?
Last week I made a mistake.
I realized it, owned it, and addressed it.
It was hard, it was embarrassing, and the sting of it is still with me today, but I know that I did what I needed to do and that by and by, like the sting after a wasp attack, the pain will go away. Until then, I’m praying for clarity and depending on God’s grace to get me through.
How about you?
When have you made a mistake? Did you wait for an opportunity to make it right, or apologize right away?