In my heart this morning, there exists a strange double-helix of regret and destiny, and the bitter taste of the former makes the latter all the more sweet.
Having blown it, I still sense an opportunity of God before me. I realize that the opportunity really wasn't born of my own doing. It was Him extending a hand down, not me climbing up on my own achievements.
Psalm 65 says...
Praise awaits you, O God, in Zion; to you our vows will be fulfilled
O you who hear our prayer, to you all men will come.
When we were were overwhelmed by sins, you forgave our transgressions.
Blessed are those you choose to live in your courts! We are filled with the good things of your house, of your holy temple.
This morning, I rejoice in the invitation to live in his courts. I was made to do this. I was fashioned from dirt to exist in the realm of the Holy One. That is a bigger deal than my failure. It is my destiny.