We get up every morning and we make choices. We decide what to eat, drink, and wear. We make large choices and small choices. Most of the time I figure we don’t even pay attention to many of the choices we make; we just make them and go on about our lives.
Life is a series of choices.
Some weighty, some not.
We all make bad choices on occasion. Either because we haven’t given the decision enough thought. Or perhaps because we think our choice won’t harm us or anyone else.
But choices can turn deadly. Bad choices can harm us, the people around us, and/or the world at large.
Late last week, my son lost a classmate and old friend. He is the second young man to die from my son’s high school graduating class. Was a bad choice made? I think so.
Recently, a friend of mine lost a nephew. His nephew was a passenger in a car; the driver made a bad choice, a very bad choice. My friend’s nephew died. The driver? He has to live the rest of his life with the choice he made that evening.
I hold my children very close; like you do yours, I’m sure. My husband and I have raised them to the best of our abilities. We walk the walk. We talk the talk. But sometimes it isn’t enough. Our children are young adults, and now, they make their own choices every day. I pray that they make the best choices possible. And that your children make the best possible choices. I don’t want to consider my world without my children in it.
Pray for our children.
Pray they make good choices.