Lately, it seems that God is teaching me what I am cleverly calling, the power of choice. Doesn’t that sound like one of those self-help talks that just gets you all revved up. Chanting to myself, “I can do it! I CAN choose wisely! I want to do that! Let’s go!” When really, it is not all that exciting, or glamorous.
The power of choice.
In my every day everyday.
The power of choice to believe that what was good, noble, righteous and hopeful yesterday is still all that today.
The power of choice to smile and be gracious when I really want to say where is grace and kindness? That’s how I treat others. Why isn’t that some universal policy that is mystically enforced? The power of choice requires of me to be gracious, anyway.
The power of choice to:
Believe the best at all times
Call out the treasure in people
Go to the gym…again
Choose wisely in character, nutrition, health and life
And, most of all, to believe that the love of God in and through me does really make a difference.
Ah, the power of choice.
Choose wisely, grasshopper.