I broke my own heart last week because of something I didn’t do. And though everything in me just wants to forget about it, I’ve come to understand that allowing you to see the real, depraved, selfish me will inspire you more than any fake “I always make Jesus-honoring decisions” me.
My husband and I were in line at our favorite local tex-mex restaurant the other night. I was minding my own business ordering a naked Cali burrito when a homeless guy walked in.
OK wait. Let me rewind and make sure you understand something about me.
I’ve got this really tender place in my spirit for the homeless. I’m not sure why. But I’m that person who makes homeless care packages with my kids to keep in the car. And I always want to give them money… blah blah blah. And people tell me I’m foolish because they could spend it on… blah blah blah. So anyway, I’m that person.
So I was ordering my Cali burrito and this homeless guy comes in and approaches the two pretty, college girls in line behind us.
OK wait. Let me rewind and tell you what happened in my spirit when I saw the two college girls.
They came into the restaurant after us — young and firm and blond and carefree. And I had this momentary, subconscious jealousy creep up in me. It’s not that I want to be in college again — oh Lord Jesus, no thank you. I don’t even want long, blond hair. But I definitely had some twisted comparison thing going on in my spirit, which always and forever leads to poor choices.
So I’m ordering my burrito, having subconscious jealous feelings over childish comparisons, thinking I won’t get cheese or sour cream because, you know, I’ll now try to eat healthier, and that’s when the guy comes in. And he approaches the college girls to ask them for money. They say “no” with semi-disgust and definite fear.
Then he walks past my husband and me, and approaches a lady in front of us in line. She says “no” with blatant disgust and a glimmer of get-the-&*ll-away-from-me. Then he goes table to table asking people for money. Someone in line tells the lady behind the counter the situation and she sends over a muscle-ish guy to escort him out.
And do you know what I did while all this was going on? A big fat nothing. I stood there conflicted, but in total silence the whole time. Well, silent until the college girl says to me with that stereotypical sorority accent, “Can you believe he came in here to ask for money?!” And I said as only Jesus would say, “I know. Maybe in the Wal-mart parking lot but here?” Yep. I said that. And I’ve wanted to delete it from this post approximately 82 times. But I’m by nature sinful and swayed by culture and without skipping a beat that ridiculous comment came out of my mouth with all the judgement that the world would expect. What the heck just happened?!
We sat down to eat and I felt sick. Literally. “What in the world did I just do?!” I said. “I should’ve done something. Jesus would have done something.” “What do you think Jesus would have done?” my husband asked. “I don’t know. But I know He would have given the guy more than a freakin’ cold shoulder.”
When we left, my husband and I drove around the area looking for the guy. But we never saw him. The opportunity was lost. And I felt disgusted with myself.
The next day I processed the situation, asking God what I could have done differently. I envisioned living the moment all over again but this time going over to the guy and saying something like, “James! Hey man, are you hungry? Let me get you a quesadilla.”
I got before God and cried an ugly cry, confessing that I was just like Peter when he denied Jesus. I was a little hormonal that day which leads me to be slightly more dramatic. Don’t judge. I told Him that I was so sorry for missing the opportunity. I asked Him to give me more chances to love those who are cast aside by the world. I confessed how self-focused and fearful I can be. And I asked Him to forgive me.
And do you know what He did? He spoke to my soul as plain as day, “Receive my grace, Lara. Receive.” And it was like a healing oil that washed all over me. I took a deep breath and whispered out-loud, “I receive it, Lord. I receive.” And just like that, the shame lifted.
Therefore, as one trespass led to condemnation for all men, so one act of righteousness leads to justification and life for all men. For as by the one man’s disobedience the many were made sinners, so by the one man’s obedience the many will be made righteous.
Romans 5:18-19
Jesus died to take away the condemnation. Yes, I “should” have done something different. I should have. I sensed God’s leading but I drowned Him out with people-pleasing fear. But — but! — Jesus died to take my shame. He died to take it!
I will keep on submitting to selfish fears and desires at times. I will. In my marriage, in my parenting, in my friendships, in my interactions with homeless people. Until I stand before my Lord, I will keep on battling self. But God doesn’t point His finger and say, “Shame on you.” He stands there and says, “Receive my grace. Your condemnation was placed upon my Son. Your condemnation has been traded for His righteousness.” It’s completely scandalous. And receiving His grace, over and over, day after day, moment by moment, empowers and inspires me to serve Him with an even fiercer devotion.
I don’t know if I’ll get another opportunity exactly like that one. But I pray that God would grace me with more and more of His vision. Vision into my own heart, so I can confess wrong thinking right when it begins — like comparison. And vision into this broken world full of broken people.
What do we do with regret? We humbly confess it for what it is — burden for our sin — and then we receive His grace. Receive.
Fill me, Lord…
How do you move past regret?
Katrina Ryder says
So true! I do not like admitting that I’ve done similar things many times and had to receive the Lord’s grace, not just for failures of mercy on my part, but for times of judgement. I feel like Peter watching Jesus readhere an ear after I just whacked it off. But then I remember how Jesus restored Peter . . . and does the same for me. 🙂
l a r a w i l l i a m s says
He does faithfully restore. So thankful! Good to “see” you, Katrina.
Ashlie says
Oh, this is so true to life. I am, too, that girl who always wants to give money to the homeless person. But, I’m also that girl who has hesitated (or done nothing at all) in many situations because I worried about what others thought, or just…was scared. I cried reading this because I’ve been there. So many times, so many different scenarios. The guilt of the “should haves” burn hot, and the shame is almost unbearable. But so RIGHT you are about Jesus ALREADY taking care of that for us. I know that, and yet I need the reminder. Praise God that He wipes the slate clean. I’m reminded afresh of the sweet, messy, strong as a hurricane yet gentle as a kiss GRACE that is our Jesus. <3
l a r a w i l l i a m s says
Oh girl, we all need reminding, don’t we?! I love your last sentence, “the sweet, messy, strong as a hurricane yet gentle as a kiss Grace that is our Jesus.” Amen.
Logan Wolfram says
Love you girl…love your heart. And I remember driving by a man one day when I had a bag of sandwiches beside me in the front seat when I knew the Lord said stop. 3/4 of a mile back down the road I KNEW I had to do something, so I did a u-turn to go back and give him a meal, and after driving around for an hour looking for him, I never have seen him again. And friend…I cried the same ugly, disgusted tears that night too…and heard the same forgiveness and grace of our sweet Jesus. And the truth is, we just don’t know how to give grace that we can’t learn to receive for ourselves.
l a r a w i l l i a m s says
Ah. We don’t know how to give grace that we can’t learn to receive. Yes! That is so so good. And so true. Bless you, sister.
keltrinswife says
Thank you so much for sharing your heart. I don’t know how to move past regret 🙁 I can give churchy answer, but honestly, I have such a hard time with regret.
l a r a w i l l i a m s says
It is such a hard thing. I’ve had other regrets that took much more than an evening prayerful cry to get over. But He is faithful. Praying that we receive the grace He offers us in Jesus no matter how messy the sin that causes our regret. He’s that big.
Jamie H says
This is such a transparent story. I am that girl and I have experienced similar regrets. This will teach and heal. Thanks for your bravery in sharing and obeying!
l a r a w i l l i a m s says
Thanks, Jamie.
robyn says
thank you for honest vulnerability, Lara. Yes, indeed, His grace covers us.
l a r a w i l l i a m s says
Blessings, Robyn.
Bridget Kramer says
Believe; receive. Thank you for sharing your lovely, messed up story. It rings so true.
Andrea says
Thank you for your transparency. What a beautiful picture of coming to our gracious, loving God. Thank you.
Amy Hale says
I just want you to know that God used this post to move me out of a dark place. I thank you for sharing.
Johanna says
Big hug to you Lara. I have been there… and I have sobbed too.
Amy Avery says
Oh Lara! How I love this post and your pure heart in rebelling this encounter. I love this post because of how God responded and how you responded right back. You are so right when you say you and me and all of us will have to battle and die to self over and over and over again, but God is always there to fill us with his love and grace. Thank you for sharing this story. It is filled with his spirit through your words!
Stacy Averette says
Thank you for not deleting a word because I needed every. single. one.
Harmony Strong Vuycankiat says
Thanks you for this post! So on time for me. Love your transparency and grace based encouragement.
Camille Kunde says
Thank you for your humility and honesty. It’s really encouraging and that’s what it’s all about – allowing Him to be God and love us and redeem us. Beautiful!
Kiera says
So I love your heart for the poor amount us because Jesus had the same heart! Also, you should read the book “When Helping Hurts”. It revolutionized my ideology of what “having the mind of Christ” looks like in today’s age of poverty alleviation. Keep up the good work!!!
Francie Winslow says
Thanks for being real- can totally relate. I just love you. And the LORD does too!!!!!
Laury Holman Hubrich says
Great post! I’ve done the same thing and I’ve tried to undo what I’ve done or want to stuff in what I’ve said and I live with such regret. Jesus is unlike anything the world could ever understand. Why do they cast Him aside? I can’t imagine living my life without His grace. Awesome post!
Cathy says
Sometimes we make a choice thinking it’s the right thing to do, but regret later. Sometimes that choice will put us in a situation that leads us into more stress and strife than we could ever imagine. Sometimes that choice will lead us to a stronger means to rely on the Lord. Sometimes that choice, that we regret, was the right one.