I am in a season of life where a lot of big decisions need to be made. Can I say that I hate making decisions, especially big ones? I would rather make a quick decision and live with the consequences than take the time to think things through. If I am honest with myself, it is the uncertainty that I struggle with. Once the decision is made, I know the direction I am heading. I can move forward; I can act. It is that period when I am approaching the intersection, debating and weighing options that is so hard for me to sit in. The fact of the matter is that much of life is uncertainty, much of life is spent making decisions both big and little.

The road to recovery is no exception. Often on our journey to healing there are more questions than there are answers. Emotions come out of nowhere and catch us off guard. Plans change, things happen, words are said that can leave our heads spinning. How should we react? And what if we are wrong? Why does this hurt so much? Which way is up?!?

Several years ago, my son made the travel baseball team. It was a dream of his to be on this team. He tried out three different times before he finally got accepted.  Baseball quickly became everything to him. He went to every practice, every game, and took private lessons. He gave it all he had, plus some. A year later, he was cut from the team after the coach promised there would be no cuts made. I remember the night we had to tell him, and how he crumbled to the floor in tears. His world had been shattered after he had given everything to it.

That night, I crawled in bed with him. I held him close to me and felt his warm tears run down my arm. I thought about the evening and the events that led up to it.  Were there lessons to be learned? Sure. But at that moment, in bed with him, only one thing mattered- I needed him to feel my arms around him, I needed him to know he was loved and to know I wasn’t going anywhere until I knew he was OK.  

Friends, in this life, we will all enc...