People who know me know I hate making choices. I use my job as a convenient excuse. You see, I teach. And every second of every day in school I am making decisions in and outside of the classroom. I’m kind of done when it comes to deciding about stuff in my day to day living.
(FYI, it really is that bad, I once cried when a friend asked me to decide where I had wanted to meet for dinner.)
I saw this quote and it resonated with me:
“Choice was dangerous: you had to forgo all other possibilities when you chose.”
So maybe it’s not my job; maybe it’s me. I AM THE ONE WHO IS AFRAID.
I met a friend for dinner yesterday and it slowly became apparent that she too probably felt the same way.
But as a third party, I could see that either choice would do her good, and either choice would bring glory to God.
Then, it hit me…
The fact we have choice (and actually have to make choices) is God’s love for us. The fact that we don’t get “dictated” by God means He made us human and not robots.
Humanity — which entails free will, by virtue of the powers of our rational soul — is God’s greatest gift to us.