Decisions, Decisions

I am horrible at making decisions. Even small things like what to eat for lunch leave me contemplating. In recent years, I have opted out of making any minor decisions and saving my energy for the bigger things in life that need my attention.

There is a Bible story about the master of decisions, King Solomon. He is noted as the wisest king on earth, and in 1 Kings chapter three, we read of one of the greatest examples of his wisdom. Two women had come to the king. They had each had a baby, but one of the babies died in the night. They both claimed that the living child was theirs. Solomon had a sword brought in and ordered that the baby be cut in half. When the baby’s mother protested to his death and the other woman consented to killing the child, Solomon declared the first woman to be the baby’s mother.

It amazes me that Solomon could make such a decision with no hard evidence except his trust in God to give him wisdom. King Solomon valued wisdom above all qualities and desired to lead God’s people effectively. God granted his request, and Solomon made his mark with God’s help.

“If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking.”James‬ ‭1:5‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Some decisions require more than picking a restaurant. And when we ask God to guide us in those decisions, He will answer our prayers. When I have had difficult choices or decisions, I call on trusted prayer partners to help me hear from God. He always speaks to me and then confirms what He has spoken.

I don’t walk into tomorrow or next week or even next month with fear or nervousness because I know God has gone ahead of me and prepared the way for me to go. Today, be confident that the God of Solomon goes before you and guides your decisions when you allow him to work everything for your good (Romans 8:28).

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