Laundry or laughter with the kids.
Dishes or cuddling.
Caring for a sick child or posting at my blog.
Sometimes choices are easy to make. And sometimes they’re not.
Choices are really what make up the fabric of life. The small decisions we make every second of every day are what comprise how that day rolls out. But what determines the mood of the day is how we deal with the decisions we make. We even have a choice there – we can be frustrated with the decisions we make, we can be ok with them, or we can be outrageously thrilled with these decisions.
For me, the hardest decisions to make are the ones that I am just OK with. If I’m just OK am I really making the right decision? I will argue with myself that if I tip the scale this way, I’ll be pissed. But if I tip it that way I’ll be happy. Or will I? When I get this way I make myself stop. I bow my head and pray to God. I give the decision to him and stop worrying about the outcome. Choosing to live my life and enjoying each and every moment while letting God do my worrying is infinitely more important than anything else in the entire world. It’s taken me a long long time to get here but now that I am here, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
I have a tough decision in front of me. It involves an amazing opportunity I feel honored to have been approached with but that I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for right now. It deserves careful thought and detailed attention. Do I want to add more to my plate or do I need to keep my plate where it is now? You know what? I’m giving it to God. I know He’ll make the right choice and I will have to be happy about His decision. He’s done a great job so far and if this door is one that I am supposed to walk through, He’ll let me know, in His time.