We all make them. Sometimes we make the right ones. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes it’s clear what’s right or wrong. Sometimes it’s blurry. Sometimes we don’t listen. Sometimes we have to be quiet to hear One voice apart from the peanut gallery.
I am faced with them.
And I don’t know what to do.
I want to be a hermit for a week and find wisdom. I want to sit in the Prayer room all day waiting for guidance and truth.
But I can’t. I have to find the right choice and still function this week in school and work and supporting my youth kids and preparing for interviews and turning in projects and going to weddings. I want to take a time out but there is no such thing this time.
And to honest. I don’t know if there is a “right” answer to this choice. I think both could be right. I like them both and I hesitate about them both. I could do them both and do them well. I could fail miserably at them both. I could help people. I could leave people. I could learn. I could become stagnant. I could struggle. I could miss out. I could. I could. I could. I could.
I was reminded this weekend on multiple cases how much teenagers need positive, consistent adults in their lives. High school is way harder to “survive” then when I went. Home lives seem to be quickly disintegrating and youth carry with them a hurt that they don’t know how to release to Jesus.
Knowing this…complicates the choice. Both choices could “help” this. But from different angles. Both can lead me a greater goal. But from different angles. Both could challenge my skills set, and highlight some strengths. But both from different angles.
We all have choices. And while we make them for ourselves, the affects of our choices go way beyond our personal boundaries and lives. Sometimes all we can do is surrender….