By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

 There came into my life, in a moment, a choice to be made.
I felt myself at a distinct crossroad where the decision I must make would hold life altering consequences, one way or another.
Questioning the sufficiency of my strength, I realized I didn’t possess enough.
Questioning the sufficiency of God’s strength, I knew He had enough.
So I went with Him, followed Him, and put all of the weight of the thing ... on Him.
And something of Him got put into me:
An infusion of grace met me in my “soul suffering" season and, in that place, I learned more of Christ.
It wasn’t a fun place and it wasn’t an easy place but my soul heard His voice ...
 and I made a choice:
I chose more of Him.
He's honored the choice:
Instead of talking about a peace that passes all understanding, He has supplied me with it.
Instead of talking about my faith, He has helped me to live it.
Instead of talking about obedience, He has helped me to perform what He has asked.
The purity of God beckons me.
The holiness of God draws me.
The love of God captivates me … and I know that I want Him more than I want anything or anyone in this life.
I have made my choice …
And “that” choice has made all the difference.
“Thus saith the Lord,
Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.”
Jeremiah 6:16