each half proposing what is the best way to live life--
whether I'm doing the right thing,
thinking the right thoughts,
looking towards the right direction--
trying to calculate what cannot be calculated,
being concerned about things that will only increase the concern.
then God,
Who seemed to have been observing me while I was doing this,
joins in the conversation.
"so what's the topic?"
and as soon as I hear that, I realize how dumb my self conflict was.
trying to make the decision by myself
makes me realize, but deny, that no answer or decision is going to be perfect.
there are always pros and cons on each side,
and the fact that you're going to miss out on the good side of a path you don't take makes me
sad,
stressed.
you know, how do I know that I made the right choice?
but there's one thing I know for sure,
and it's that God knows what's right.
so the only logical answer to this situation is to put my bets on the One who knows.
in every decision,
no matter how small,
let there be prayer.
