Life is full of Choices....Big and Small

Life is a confusing mess

Twisting, turning, bouncing off closed doors, we make our way through open ones. Joy, pain, anticipation as the light begins to touch your face. Penetrate into the next space, time, and reality. Dreams, we all have them. Dreams of what should be, some are so deeply embedded in our soul we can never let go, they never seem to fade. They are always there, a distant voice calling you, tempting you to live it, seek it out.

What do we do with them. Are we brave enough to reach out and grab them. Fingers fumbling, the tips shaking as you stretch and reach for them. Once you grasp them, you better hold on tight cause they can drag you around to places you never imagined.

What’s that saying, “Be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it all, and somethings you don’t want”

Sometimes the path can be so foggy, muddied with the trials of what is required. You find yourself doing things, and in places where you never thought you would be. The path has led you here, but you look back to where it all started and think, this isn’t what I wanted, expected, imagined, but then you crest a rise, break through the fog and the goal is right there in front of you, in a place you never would have expected.


You pray.....is this the right thing. The pain is too much to reach out and touch it, only to have it slip through your fingers and fall into the ocean. Sinking to the bottom never to be seen again. Is it better to never have seen it, than to be so close you can taste it, then lose it. This is your chance. Do you take it, even if others don’t understand and some never will?

Everyday we are faced with choices some big, some little. How do you make them, what tools do you use to evaluate your situation? Prayer, hope and love...tools to help you weed the good stuff from the bad. The fruit from the thorns. I pray the Lord gives me the tools to push through the crud and find the beauty.

You make a tough decision, and before you know it, another is staring you down. Two lone gunfighters, beads of sweat dripping off their brows. Twitching, with itchy fingers. Will you make the right decision or will it choose you.

The cycle repeats itself....forever.

Lord help me to make the right ones.....everyday