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The same moon shines every night. It's the shifting clouds and spinning Earth that make us see it differently from time to time.

You can't outrun change.

It's going to happen with or without your permission.

Conversely, instigating change isn't always the answer, either. Sometimes it's far more admirable to stick things out, and make it work wherever you are. I guess it's the "fake it 'til you make it" mentality (which gets such an unfair bad wrap) that proves when your feet are planted and your heart is anchored.

So how do you know when to stick it out and when to hit the road? When do you call enough, enough? Within our so limited foresight, coming to a solid conclusion is impossible. So many factors play a role in decision making, but how do you measure in such things as risk, and cost, and most importantly, faith? There is just no answer. There can't be. I know, I know; find your balance, follow your heart, blah blah blah, but the only real conclusion I have been able to come to is this:

You just have to jump, and find out if you really can fly.

And if you can't-- if you faceplant right into the sidewalk--you get up. You brush yourself off and walk away, hanging your head, tail between your legs. But now you know.

I guess that's what makes us human; the not knowing, I mean.

Hey, at least we have opposable thumbs.


Pastor Billy said…
Good word. Really liked it...I might quote you in a sermon. Much love.

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