Again, where all our mistakes and all our heartaches and all our poor selfish grief could be dropped, like a shabby old coat at the door, and never put on again. This poem by Louisa Fletcher Tarkington expresses the longing of most of us for an occasion to start over.
Life has a way of becoming filled with mistakes, heartaches, and grief.
There are times in life when we desperately need to Begin Again. On this first Sunday of 1999, we are presented with a wonderful opportunity to Begin Again. The time has come to put away the old 1998 calendar with its worn and tattered pages. It is filled with notes indicating vital appointments long gone, with scratches designating vacations and holidays taken, and even with our idle doodling in the empty squares. All of the days of 1998 are over and gone.