A question I ask myself a lot:
If I become the choices that I makeAm I on the road that I should take
This is a conversation I’ve had with God over and over
again. Once, when I was anticipating a big move, I prayed, “Just send me where
I can do the most good.”
That seems like a good, selfless thing to ask for, right?
The answer I got?
“I can use you anywhere.”
Okay.
Is that still the answer later in my life?
Sure. There are children of God all around me, everywhere I
go. There were more when I lived in New York City and less in Ketchikan, Alaska. But in both places, I had the chance to make friends, to
serve in small and large ways.
Even if I get comfortable with the road that I'm on, there is another question:
When I write the last words of this storyWill I be the man I want to be
[Or in my case, the woman I want to be.] Will I? Or will I be
a random collection of good intentions? Or a string of almosts?
Amongst the questions and reasons for hesitation, I know:
I don’t want to miss the first stepAnd never live cause I was too afraid
Fear of missing the first step and, as a result, never living might be what gets me out and doing things more then I care to admit.
I want to really truly live. To go places, see things, do
things, make friends and acquaintances that influence my life for good. And I
can’t do that sitting still or staying in one place.
And I hope each choice I make leads to a more positive
answer to this closing question of the song:
Would the boy when I was young love the man that I’d becomeOr would he even recognize my face
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