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What's in a Choice

What's in a Choice? 

Once on my way to do chores I had the choice of going over the barb wire fence or around the long way.  Still trying to decide, I put my leg over the wire and then hesitated.  Hesitated just long enough to embed a barb in the seat of my jeans.  Not able to go one way or another until finally I pulled away tearing my jeans and a little flesh.  Learning my lesson that I have to choose.


Choice.  The ability to choose one option or another. "The act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities."  Making a decision.  Choosing one way or the other.  

We have many choices to make.  The choice to obey.  The choice to love or not love.  The choice to serve or not serve.  The choice to fail.  Choice to take a risk and make a stand.  Choice to believe.  Choice to follow or to lead.  Choice to speak.  Choice to work. Choice to think.  Choice to live.  Choice to let go.


We were created with the ability to choose.  God's gift to us-free will.  A tree in the  middle of paradise.  He chose to give us the freedom to love or not love; to serve or not serve; to obey or not obey.  


Can love be love without the choice?  Can I make someone love me?  Can I choose for someone else?  Even if I know best?  Can I limit choices to "help" people choose the way I want them to?  Do I choose whether someone works, eats, loves or does what is right?  

Choosing between allows me to choose one wholeheartedly!


To love, live, think, work and be who God created us to be....  We have to have choice.  God gave us each the ability AND the responsibility to choose only for ourselves.  I will not get anywhere in life straddling the fence stuck in the middle.  I have to put my legs on one side or the other and walk the way I choose.

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