As I revisit my mentoring blog series, I am on to my second Grandpa: Geeps. My Dad’s dad. James Norwood Blazer, Senior. I wrote a lot, I could revise it; I could easily write more.
My regret is not learning his hobby from him: refinishing furniture. I learned a lot about being a good man from him; I still long for more of his heart and story. I look forward to seeing him in the New Heavens and New Earth (where I assume he will have hair).
It should be said: I don’t have a lot of regrets. I have made a lot of mistakes, but most of them were not based on bad motives – they were just me not being mature and I grew from them. I regret not learning about planes, wood, leather, sanding from Geeps. It would have been good for my young male heart.
Have any similar regrets?