We do not decide which way the wind will blow...some things in life only heaven knows and decides....
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Are there any choices?
Sometimes I think yes, sometimes the same mystical force that removes socks from the laundry, persuades me otherwise...
predestination? hmmm not sure my friend
You know those single socks that are occasionally found by the side of the road? Those are the escapees from the laundry rooms.
And yes, I believe there are choices, and that God's profound gift of free will points to our need to be responsible for those choices that we do and do not make.
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