So, how are you at making decisions?
I've had to make a lot of decisions over the last few months. And I'm not finding it easy. I've agonized over replacing my old car, deciding what to keep, what to pass on, and what to save, and everything in between. How did Barry always seem to know what to do?
How often I've cried out to God to help me over these weeks. I'm learning that making a decision is a little like crossing a river, taking one step at a time.
I size up the rushing river
overflowing its banks, full of unknowns,
the other side far away and obscure.
with only distant dreamlike memories left,
I wring my hands and pace the shore.
What if my foot should slip?
What if misjudgment sweeps me downstream?
What if ignorance pulls me under?
I feel the hand of time upon my back,
driving me ever closer to the current’s edge.
My heart beats fast.
Tears escape their hiding place.
I cower at the brink.
“Oh dear God, please help me.
I need your grace.”
First one foot. Then the other.
And as I take each faltering step,
the Red-Sea-waters part.
Just enough for me to take another step
and then one more.
On dry ground
All the way to the other side.