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Sometimes there seems to be too many choices. I find myself always trying to figure out what the right choice should be, and yet I see that many of the choices put before me would be okay. No matter how old I get, sometimes I wish that I wouldn't have to be the one to decide. Life would be so much easier if I could see into the future and receive that affirmation that this is the best plan for me. And yet I don't possess that power, I don't even have God telling me directly what to do. Yet somehow, I have made it well so far, even with all my blunders along the way. . .

It's like walking with Goldyn. It's taken time to teach and train him how to walk with me on leash. When we first got him from the pound, he jumped and pulled and ran just like a wild man set free. He didn't understand the need to sit or place, he only wanted to pull me with his plan of course. He barked and tugged ferociously with any approaching dogs. Even I became the object of his frustration when he nipped and bit my heels. There were obviously too many choices for his simple mind to make, and I was being passive, uncertain in teaching him the route to take.

But I've learned how to be the master. I became attuned to his nature, I read up on the Rottweiler trait, I watched the "Dog Whisperer" faithfully, and I discovered how to positively motivate. Now he walks beside me, with me, not tugging me ahead. He can totally ignore those other dogs that bark or walk across from him. He places now when at the cross street and only goes if I command. Our walks and runs are now pure fun, and all because I am his pack leader, calm and able, one that he can trust. . .

So keeping that perspective, I have a Savior whom I can trust; who walks beside me and with me on this trail called life. I can do whatever, the choices are mine to make. I am attentive to what he's taught me in his word on how to live, I'm attentive to wise counsel, and I can evaluate and enter open doors of opportunity. The feelings of fear and anxiety will always be my human curse, but that should never stop me, for I have chosen the Faithful One to be my guide. So no matter what I'll choose, or where I'll be, I'll be okay. . .

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