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March Madness - Day 16

You have the freedom to choose!

Short dress. Long dress. Frilly dress. Straight dress.

Yellow. Black. Navy. Pink. Purple.

"What kind of shoes would I wear?"

SOOO many options.

Choices galore.

We went from store to store. We looked on-line. No luck yet.

"This is harder than I thought!"

My response, "That's because you're so picky."

"You aren't picky?"

Then silence consumes the car.

The beauty of proms and dances is that you have the freedom to choose.

  • The freedom to be unique. 
  • The freedom to choose your own path. 
  • The freedom to stand out or maybe even stand alone. 
There is definitely a freedom.

It's a freedom will have in every aspect of life that we sometimes overlook. We have been created to make our own choices. Choices that we should not be afraid to share. Choices that may differ from everyone around us. Choices that may turn others against us, at times. 

No matter what, Job 34:4 reminds to "Let us choose for ourselves what is right; Let us know among ourselves what is good."

There is no cookie cutter response we can give for the things that are right for ourselves. 

There was no need for me to get quiet in the car. 

Yes, I am picky. I am picky because I can be. After all, I have the freedom to choose.

What freedom of choice will you make for yourself today?



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