Life is so full of difficult choices – to go for that job, or to stay put, to try that new treatment, or to stick with the old one, to move to the country, or pick a town house.  I don’t have that advantage some people talk about – ‘God told me to’ are words that I don’t think I will ever be able to say.  Sometimes I wish I could.

But then, I’ve seen how dangerous that can be – if one person drags others along a mistaken path, telling them God has clearly told them to do it.  The one example I can recall did not end well.  I have sat with an open Bible, asking for guidance.  But I’ve often caught myself scanning the pages for words that will back up a decision I’ve actually already made.  That is a self-focused kind of Bible bingo.

At the minute, we’re going through that very stressful process of selling our house and looking for another.  We were convinced we’d found ‘the one’, but it didn’t work out.  I’ve yet to understand why.  I know I will in time.

In fact, every life event that has happened to me has had its reasons, when I look back over the years.  Not all have been good experiences.  Some have been horrific.  I will never say that the bad ones have had anything to do with my good God, but He always brings some good, even in the darkest times.

I really don’t want to make the wrong decision about a house, but I have a feeling that there is always a way to re-set, even when we might take the wrong path.  That way, there is nothing to fear.

So, I’ll take a deep breath, say a prayer, and step out.  He’ll still be there, even if it’s in the mistakes.