I’ve spent the last few months debating a potential career move, asking God for guidance over and over. I’ve plead for direction, telling Him that I do not accurately know my own abilities, I am much more familiar with my own fears, and I need His leading to determine what I am able to do and should do. This has worn on me and I’m at the point of feeling that neither decision can be the right one. Then today I realized what a blessing it is that I have the opportunity to debate such a decision. In so many places, as a woman, my path in life would be determined by someone else every step of the way. I have been able to follow my dreams, to pursue things that I am good at. I was able to marry someone of my own choosing, who is supportive of me and whatever decision I make. We have had the chance to pursue education, and to live such full lives when so many struggle just to survive the day. I am thankful for this freedom and want to count the weight of decision-making as a blessing and something that so many are deprived of. Though it doesn’t help me make up my mind, yet, I choose to be mindful of the gift of options.