The other night I was awakened by an awful feeling of sadness at an opportunity that I had missed through my own mistakes. My soul ached when I opened my Book of Mormon to 4 Nephi 1:9 and read the words ``there were many cities which had been sunk…and these cities could not be renewed.” The Lord seemed to be telling me that the opportunity was gone. “No, please give me another chance.” But I felt that it was now too late. I prayed to the Lord with a spirit of sadness. “What can I do now?” And the words seemed to come: “Forgive yourself.” I have yelled at my children. Made cutting remarks to loved ones. I have offended family members. I have lost money. I have broken things. I have gotten in car accidents. But I think that the mistakes that hurt the most are the ones where I disappointed God. Where he was counting on me to do something or to not do something and I let him down. Those ones really hur...