Crossroads
There are times when is seems that all that we do makes no difference
When we are alone, not able to make valid decisions
It is at these times that we need let go
Fate runs its' chosen course regardless of our actions
We have the impression that we are experiencing a run of bad luck
Somehow we are missing the message
At a crossroads not knowing which way to turn
One path leads onward, another to our past
Just remember where we came from
The choice has always been our own
If we decide to let God choose for us we get what we need to grow
Douglas A. Walker
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