Wisdom dictates a great deal of my choices in life…
• Do I run the risk of getting a $14 ticket or feed the downtown meter a couple of quarters?
• Should I blurt out a response to my husband or wait patiently for him to muddle through his thought process?
• Do I unknowingly ingest a whole cheese syringed, artery-clogging pie with friends or opt for a couple of slices of a lonesome, one topping, thin-crust pizza shoved over by the salad? (Hum, salad)
• Can I go to God with my everything when my everything is falling apart and all I want to do is crawl head first under the nearest, biggest boulder (preferably away from my mess) or do I rest and rely on the One bigger than my everything?
Some choices end up as no-brainers; others rattle and rack every functioning brain cell available. At times, I tend to forget my out of control quiets when I choose the One who’s truly in control. It doesn’t always change the situation immediately in my favor, but the choices I make afford me something much more valuable…
• Peace of mind (Philippians 4:6-7, NIV)
• Perspective (Philippians 4:8, NIV)
• Hope (Psalm 25:3-5, NIV)
• Camaraderie and connection with a holy God (Isaiah 53:3, NIV)
I try and keep a stash of quarters in my car. At times, my responses tend to get a knee-jerk reaction from my poor husband (it’s an awful dance we still work hard to unlearn). The pizza? Let’s just say we’ve come to an amicable settlement: I won’t bother it; it won’t clog my arteries.
Everything else? Well, I choose to rest and rely on God’s great wisdom.