Who can say what cards they will be dealt? Who can see where the road leads?
Standing, fist clutched, shoulders back, decision made. Never will the mind be dissuaded.
Adult before a child, experience under the belt, looks to the future. Decisions, decisions, decisions that shouldn’t have been made.
Choices dangling, haunting, taunting, ever pressuring to be chosen. Hours and minutes fill and overflows both pockets, plenty to go around.
Never looking back, choice and decision made…the heart is deceived thinking time is abundant.
The arrogance of the young mind, following every scent. Thinking it knows it’s way home…
Unpacking a suitcase of regret, what was to be a day trip, took two decades. A bible lays on the bed turned open to “My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” All is finally well.