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She asked God all the time,
“What am I to do with my life?”
She worried at each path’s opening,
went down multiple roads, but always wondered
if another way would be better,
Or easier,
Or less exhausting,
Or more thrilling.
Turning to go yet another way,
She asked again, “What am I to do with my life?”
Then she stood still,
sat in the center of the path,
and tried to listen.
Looking around at bursts of flowers,
creeping weeds and grass,
moss clinging ferociously to the ground,
she finally heard God’s reply,
“There are many ways to be in the world.
Pick one.”
- March 23, 2025

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