Choices are the one thing that I find myself struggling most with. I feel that they define me and while that may not always be the case, sometimes it is. Sometimes the choices you make, especially the ones that you make on your own are the ones that say a lot about who you are and where you’ve invested your life.
In those times, will I choose to ask the hard questions? Will I choose to love even when I want to run? Will I choose friendship even when it doesn’t feel safe? These things will define me… because they speak of what I value, what I believe. They not only prove what I think about myself or others, but what I believe about God. Because if I take Him at His word and believe that He works all things together for my good, that love is worth it, that He never fails me…then I have no excuse not to ask the hard questions, not to love dangerously, not to give when I am certain there is nothing else to give.
If He is who He says He is… and His Word is true and I’ve given my life, then I guess I know what I must choose. And if I truly believe it, then it’s not really a choice at all…it’s a given.