It’s true. I heard the song “Home” by Daughtry on the way home this morning from exercise class at church (my muscles will be sore tomorrow!) and I misheard one of the lyrics. There’s a line in the song that goes “I don’t regret this life I chose for me” but I swear I heard “I don’t regret this life you chose for me.” Hey, as far as misunderstanding lyrics goes, that’s not too bad. I’ve done much worse with others.

Anyway, as I listened, I started to think about regret. I can honestly say that even after all we’ve been through, I have no regrets about the life God chose for me. Sure, I would have loved to spend more time with Samantha. And I don’t understand a lot about the things God does, so you’ll have to bear with me for a moment here. I’ve been thinking a lot about how God knows everything about us before we are born, including the number of our days. In fact, Job 14:5 and Psalms 39:4 & 90:12 testify to this. So I keep pondering that Samantha’s life on earth was always going to be four months. Not a day more. And then I think that I am so blessed that I got to spend every single day of it with her. Not one day of her life passed without me being with her. And I have no regrets. Yes, I wish that she could have lived longer, outlived me, grown up and grown old. But her days were finite, just as mine are. And I don’t know the number of my days, either. But I got to spend 122 days with her, not counting pregnancy (which adds many more weeks, but it’s harder to measure). And if I was handed the choice of never having known her or experiencing every moment of her life, I’d choose what I was given. It is such a gift. She was such a gift!