It.
It.
I feel like my life in the past few months has included so many constant decisions that act like forks in the road, with either road eventually driving off of a HUGE freakin’ cliff. Come on now, can’t you give me something black and white? Up or down?
I should’ve listened closer to that last prophetic word I received. Went a little like, “Courtney, this will be a season of your life where God will eventually make good of either way you choose, but He isn’t going to give you a clear choice.”
Oh, how we truly know our desperation by our innate urge to have our freedom ripped away.
I sit here wishing to have my decisions made for me, for the road to lead to no hurt for someone else, or no uncomfortable talks, or even all the way down to the decision between cute house or the short transit.
But, (yes, I started this sentence with “but”), I have to trust. For the Lord to give me the freedom to allow me to veer right or veer left, to allow the wisdom of Him that lives inside me to react to the lives around me, is a gift. Sometimes I just wish I could jump the cliff like they did in Grease 2 (horrible movie, by the way) instead of feeling the fall before He lifts me back up and we drive into the sunset.
Man, I can’t wait for that sunset.
