Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Friday, 12 August 2011

Decisions, decisions.

The thing I was dreading has happened. They offered my Scottish man a permanent place in Florence, and of course he's going to take it. So I have a decision to make. 

There are several patterns emerging that Im beginning to feel will be permanent parts of my life. First, that I will always love people more than they love me. Second, that whenever it comes to a difficult decision it will always be left to me to choose the right answer, no matter how painful the right answer may be.

I believe every pastor who has preached that troubles come to train us for what God really wants us to do. But I wonder what on earth God's going to do with me that needs me to be this strong.
xXx

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