The things we say yes to and the things we say no to determine the terrain of our future. My convoluted journey is posted with invitations, and my RSVPs account for the twists and turns. Sometimes, half in love with my own self-destruction, I see a sign inviting me to “Stop!”—and I blow right through it anyway.
Life is happening somewhere other than where I am, and I fear missing out on it. I choose my way, which is usually a fast track to somewhere or other. Other times I determine to follow Jesus and then anguish about…
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