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The City of Regret

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I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly.

This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it.

I’m talking about my annual “Guilt Trip.”

I got tickets to fly there on Wish I Had airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my baggage,

which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand

memories of what might have been. No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City

International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.

International Airport_Regret City
International Airport_Regret City

As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year’s most important event,

the Annual Pity Party. I wasn’t going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.

Last Resort ... Hotel
Last Resort Hotel

First, there would be the Done family, you know, Should Have, Would Have and Could Have. Then came the I Had

family. You probably know ol’ Wish and his clan. Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost.

The biggest family would be the Yesterday’s. There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have

a very sad story to share.

Then Shattered Dreams would surely make and appearance. And It’s Their Fault would regale us with stories

(excuses) about how things had failed in his/her life, and each story would be loudly applauded by Don’t Blame Me

and I Couldn’t Help It.

shattereddreams, it'stheirfault, don'tblameme, icouldn'thelpit
shattereddreams, it’stheirfault, don’tblameme, icouldn’thelpit

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so.

And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past,

it occurred to me that all of this trip and subsequent “pity party” could be cancelled by ME! I started to truly realize that

I did not have to be there. I didn’t have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN’T CHANGE

YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled,

encouraged, as well as encouraging. Knowing this, I left the City of Regret immediately and left no forwarding address.

Am I sorry for mistakes I’ve made in the past? YES! But there is no physical way to undo them.

forget pity party; leave city of regret
forget pity party; leave city of regret

So, if you’re planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now. Instead, take a trip

to a place called, Starting Again. I liked it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there. My neighbors,

the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so very helpful. By the way, you don’t have to carry around heavy

baggage, because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. God bless you in finding this great town.

If you can find it — it’s in your own heart — please look me up. I live on I Can Do It street.

by Larry Harp


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Jesus our Shepherd and Savior

Jesus our Shepherd and Savior

If Satan had not desired to be on equal status and wanted to be God; Jesus would not have to be the atonement for mankind’s sin.

If Eve had not been tempted and Adam being influenced; mankind would not have to toil and toil and spin and spin.

If one third of the angels have not followed the Devil and mated with humans; magic and sorcery would not have emerged.

If humans have listened to the words of God; He would not have wanted humans purged.

If God wasn’t a merciful and full of loving-kindness God; He would not have kept Noah and his family safe from the Big Flood.

If the scribes and Pharisees weren’t eager for man’s glory and Judas’s blatant greed, Jesus our Lord would not have to spill His precious blood.

If not for the power and miracle work of God; Israel would not have birthed in 1948, as prophesied, as a nation again.

If time of the end is upon us soon and humans do not feel the need to repent of their sins, Jesus’ sacrifice in death would have been pointless and in vain.

If God and Jesus have not fought and battled hard with the Devil for our souls, we humans would have ceased in our own raging wars and sins.

If this present wicked violent world ends, it would be Jesus and His armies from the heavens having conquered the Devil and on that note, God wins.


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© Keziah Boey January 16 2008

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Time … past and still ticking … I’ve yet to find
achievement acted upon desires of my own design
Golden time .. seconds minutes hours of everyday
fly by like gold dust scattered down silent highway
Yet still … I spin and spin on the wheel of life
soldier on would I … no matter what kind of strife

If my wishes for a little fortune magically appear
like stars in the night … spirit would sparkle happier
It’s only material wishes that would unburden my soul
no such wish for riches but to repay a debt of long ago
All of my life … I’ve walk the path of good intentions
sad to say … oft times it’s met with accusing questions

And that’s what hurts, deep deep down inside my heart
emptiness felt, woefulness of red arteries flow like art
Even though winds of change veered another course
I’m left beleaguered like a forlorn rider with no horse
Right directions decided but wrong timing to pursue
chains of duties and commitments kept me subdue

Dreams … I have like sand on the shores
dedicated perseverance … success blend for encores
Loves … one true love and a forbidden soul mate
torn between two … flummoxed … leaving it to fate
My life’s pathetic repertoire of challenging cycles and phases
fade dark days for hope and faith soars me to higher places


© Keziah Boey October 2004

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