Gideon's Fleece

Suppose we could know what was around the corner—were prepared for all possibilities —I wonder about the changes. Perhaps, like Faust, we'd barter. Perhaps we'd take chances. Maybe we'd forge ahead and not think of the view around the corner.

I'd implore God to think of all there was to do and offer to lend a hand—
"God," I'd say, " Look at how I'm busy reading your Word, even learned some scripture."
"Lord," I'd say, " Read my resume—a couple of glitches, but you've forgiven those."

"God," I'd say, " Even though I don't know what's ahead, there's a lot to do."

It's a release to think of the work to do— and not think about the road that's curving out of sight.

"God," If you don't mind I'm going to mix in some light reading."