I’m not the best decision maker. I can’t even decide what I want to eat for a snack tonight.
I hate choosing, especially when both options have completely unknown results.
Maybe, it will be fine either way I choose.
But what if it’s not?
What if it’s not choosing between potato chips and carrot sticks?
What if the choice is between calm and tumultuous?
If it were that easy, we’d have no need to pray and ask for wisdom.
But doors aren’t often labeled “calm” or “tumultuous.”
In fact, tonight, all the doors look the same to me.