Many of us spend our lives regretting things we’ve done in our past. Regret has a way of turning yesterday into a place of residence. It keeps replaying old scenes, old failures, old words spoken in anger, old opportunities missed. We often begin to believe that life would be different if only one chapter had been written another way. But regret is a poor architect. It can examine the ruins, but it cannot rebuild the house. Regret looks backward and asks, “What if?” Grace looks forward and asks, “What now?”