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What You Need to Know about Making Decisions

What you Need to Know About Making Decisions (plus a bonus video)

What You Need to Know about Making Decisions

 

//  Do you have some big decisions to make? In the past few weeks, I’ve spoken with so many of you who are asking yourselves (and those around you), “What do I do now?”

That’s a good question.

I suppose you could always go back to traditional decision-making techniques such as making lists of pros and cons, weighing out the good and the bad.

Or you could look for an external ‘sign’ that could show you which way to go. You could put out a ‘fleece’ as Gideon did. (Isn’t that the go-to story that people use when trying to make decisions?)

But my friends, Gideon’s example wasn’t a sign of his faith; it was actually a sign of his unbelief. God had already spoken to him, but he was too scared to obey.

No, there must be a better way to make decisions.

Here’s what I know…  Read more

Stop Long Enough to Play

 

// The hero was just about to save the day. Villain thwarted and damsel saved. Just… a little… further… He could almost reach her. “Try harder, Ken. Try harder. You can’t let her fall.”

His one true love MUST be saved. Reeeeeach! The clock was ticking. Time was running out. It can’t end like this.

“Shauna, supper time!” and I would jump out of my skin, a violent reminder of reality.

“MOM! Don’t scare me like that!”

She would just shake her head and marvel at why I would be gasping for air and clutching my heart.   Read more

Awesome, Rachel. Awesome!

I could smell the chlorine before I’d even heard the splashing. Moisture ran down the tile walls in intricate patterns. The excitement in that small room was deafening.

Every parent understands the urgency for swimming lessons, especially when you live by the sea. We invest in the skill, practice with them regularly, and happily sit for hours in a steamy room, completely ruining our hair-do for the day.

This was that season for me. Even though Jeffreys Bay was a small town, we were still privileged to find a swimming teacher who passionately taught lessons in the 10x10m pool at the local Policlinic.

When I entered, Rachel was halfway across the pool and swimming fiercely. Front crawl. No, she wasn’t traveling fast but, man, were her arms moving.    Read more