Indecision...

On one hand, I'll have a room... With a not-so-OK roommate... That I can still live with...

On another, I'll have to find a room... But I'll feel better about myself...

I picked the first choice...

I thought I would feel secure...

Instead, I feel a tug in me, telling me that something might be amiss...

Tell me, do I trust what my heart is telling me, or do I shrug it off?

God, hope that when You see this, You would give me the wisdom to choose.

I pray that the choice I made was according to Your will.

Far too often have I strayed.. It's time for me to go back... Step by step...

I asked for an answer, You gave me two choices...

Now I need wisdom...

I want to know what You want me to do...