Crossroads
I know. I KNOW. I haven’t blogged in hundreds of hours.
What’s been going on, you ask? Well, this happened.
Whatever dramatic scene you’re envisioning, yes, it was all that and more – although probably more hilarious than you imagine. Poor Toad.
Another thing is that I mentioned to someone something about Gadhafi being dead, except I pronounced it “Gandalfy.” I like make believe more than reality, it seems. I can’t help it. The Real News is too heavy sometimes. So when I go to CNN.com, the first thing I check is the Entertainment page – where, yesterday, I learned that the kid from “Jerry Maguire” just turned 21. And then I promptly died of old age.
In other news, I’m at a crossroads of sorts. It’s general and yet specific and encompasses a lot of defined areas of my life without being about any one thing in particular.
How do we ever know the right thing to do? How do we ever know the best decision? And if we make the wrong choice, is the rest of our life derailed? (I know that the answer is no, but just humor a girl who often feels the need for hyperbole.)
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I hate those cross-roads moments. Being afraid I’ll make the wrong choice. Or worse yet, what if neither choice is the “wrong” one? What if God can use you and walk with you in either option? Not helpful. I believe in you, Friend. Even more, I believe in the one who believes in you and will never let you go.
Having been sitting in the crossroads moment for the last month, I totally get it. We keep saying, “I wish someone would just tell us what to do.” And yet, if we’re honest with ourselves, SOMEONE is giving us pretty clear direction… it’s just not the direction WE want to go. Sigh, we just have to get ourselves and recognize the good in the direction ahead.
I have the answer! I have the answer!
Come to Seattle. The end.
What Greta said. :)
Thinking of you today…
xoxo
hold it up to the light
Oh my lord, you have no idea how many times I’ve asked myself those same questions. It’s led to me being too scared to make any decision at all in the past. Now, I just try and trust that God will show me which choice is right (that’s a work in progress…..).
I concur with Greta and Carin. Come to Seattle; only come to Seattle when I’m there, so I can give you a high-five for being awesome.
True story: was behind Jonathan Lipnicki (yes, I knew his name) in line at the Oakland airport last year.
Sorry I don’t give high-fives for being awesome; it’s a policy issue and you can take it up with management
well if you weren’t going to ATX this weekend I’d say you might have some good conversations around crossroads up here in Boulder on Sunday:)
oh that last paragraph has me now sighing heavily.
me, too. about the crossroads. me, too.
i hope that the punishment for what i suspect to be the wrong answer isn’t too severe. i do not wish to find myself entirely derailed. i really am just hoping to be excused. and i don’t know what that says about me.
Follow peace. Overly simple? Perhaps, but I have found that when I make decisions on what choice lends itself to that sense of peace, I rarely regret it.
I am with you on this, Annie. I found myself wishing God was like Google – type my questions in and he would give me guidance. I went to Proverbs instead…