This is post is vague, and has no specifics. Just be aware, life is fluid, things are changing, and Derek and I are trying to make wise choices because of it.
Choices, regardless of the why or the reason, are painful. I have heard people say, "Oh but be grateful you have the choices to make!!!" Okay, fine. I'm glad and all.
Except when I don't really like any of my choices. I feel a bit like my children, when I offer "Peanut butter and Jelly" or "Turkey sandwich" and Henry replies, "McDonalds". Sorry Dude, that is NOT an option.
So I'm all jumping around, begging for what I want. PLEASE, Heavenly Father, let us go to (proverbial) MikeyDees! PLEASE!
And He, in His ever kind, gentle, and all-knowing ways tells me, so nicely, "No sweet child. That is NOT an option. You can have peanut butter and jelly or turkey. Now choose." (He tends to leave off the "or I'll choose for you", that I am ever so famous for uttering.)
And I must think that our Father, who created me, and loves me more than I can fathom (even as a parent myself) must be far more patient than I, because when I stomp my foot, and complain and whine and say, "But I'm tired, but I don't want to, why can't you do it for me?" He doesn't even sigh, or get snippy. He just ever-so-kindly waits for me to get my act together and quit acting like a baby.
And isn't it lovely? To know that all the while, among all my complaining and begging for divine help, He's happy to provide it. We've just got to ask.
So, I'm asking. And asking. And complaining. And wishing. And asking.
And He's there. Always there.