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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