I have some decisions to make about my own circumstances – not just my daughter’s.
I have some home repairs to prioritize. I have to shop for, and buy, a used car. I have decisions to make that will affect the people in my life. I am in a season where decisions seem to be required in every area of my life.
I don’t have a problem making decisions. I am very methodical, very logical, and I have a clear sense of direction; a clear sense of right and wrong. I know where I want to go, and I know that steps, rather than speed, will take me there. (I have a picture of a turtle that says something like this hanging outside my bedroom.)
I will take a little time, and over the next few weeks, I will make every decision, carefully and prayerfully. I will make the best decision that I can in each case. Indecision is not an option.
Now, I know not every decision will play out exactly the way I envision. Some decisions will play out better, some not quite as well. Some will play out in ways that I could not begin to imagine – future me will look back and shake her head, or smile. Just because it doesn’t turn out the way I expect, doesn’t mean I made the wrong choice.