Decisions

Why is it that the older we get, the harder the decisions become? Who to marry, what job to take, when to have children, how many children….

These days, I have been pressed to make a hard decision: Do I stay at this new job, or do I go back? And if I stick it out at this new job, how long should I give myself before I know if this is for me or not?

And I had been pushing aside this decision because of fear.

Fear that I was a failure.
Fear that I was not giving it my all.
Fear that I was letting down my colleagues and boss.
Fear that they would see me as a failure.

But most of all, I was just afraid of what everyone around me would think of me.

I forgot to think about what God thought of me.

He does not see me as a failure.
He knows that when I do something, I give it my all.
He knows that I am miserable and that my colleagues and boss will get over it.
He loves me.

So I decided to take a giant leap and speak to my old boss about returning to my old job.

Because when we leap into Gods arms, He will always be there to catch us. And I believe this is a decision God wanted me to make.