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Courage

There are so many things I want to be able to talk about or do but I'm so often intimidated to do so.  Sometimes I wish I could write on exactly what I think on a certain matter but when I go to gather inspiration or more information on a topic, I instead end up realizing how unknowledgeable I am on the subject.  I walk away thinking that I'm incompetent of giving my opinion because I haven't thought through every aspect of a topic and don't know all the information.  Well, that's never going to happen.
While I want to be a person who seeks wisdom, I also need to understand that I can't always know everything before I'm eventually going to have to make decisions.
Right now, I'm sort of sick and tired of myself being indecisive just because I don't know the "whole story".
I will never know the whole story because frankly, I'm not God and I don't know the future.  I don't know if tomorrow I will regret the decision I made today but that can't stop me from ever making decisions.
I desire to wait for the Lord and I think He gave me a sound mind to compliment that.  He also gave me feelings and allows me to have an opinion for that purpose (whether I know all the facts or not).  I'm thankful that tonight I feel like the last straw has been laid on my back because through it, I've realized that sometimes you just need to be courageous and act on something your reasoning has accepted despite your changing moods.
Faith without actions is dead (James 2:26).  Faith is being sure of what we hope for and assurance of what we do not see (Hebrews 11:1).  So as I hope and am assured that the Lord has plans to give me a hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11), I don't want to be afraid of action.  Not because I can't mess up but because He is more powerful than my mistakes.

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