Although I confess my sins to a priest in the Sacrament of Reconciliation, there are times when I just cannot let go. The tapes of my mistakes keep playing in my mind, and I end up entering the "if only" zone, wishing I could turn back the hands of time. Yeah, like that's going to happen.
It is Satan that pulls out those old tapes and I can almost see him laughing as he hits the replay button, highlighting all the ugliness and shame. What saves me from self-destruction is turning to God. He fast forwards the tapes to lessons learned, and reminds me if I was able to turn back the hands of time, I would not be the person I am today ... defined by His mercy, not my mistakes.