Send me a Sign

Before making any big decision, I always pray asking — no, let’s be honest — begging for a sign. And I know I’m not alone. Tons of other people — maybe even you — get down on their knees calling on the Almighty to send them a sign, any sign, that will show them which path to choose. But lately, I’ve been questioning that method.

Instead of asking the universe whether or not we should do something, shouldn’t we be asking ourselves?

Why do we put our life in the hands of the universe? Or in reality, some stranger, cloud or crack in the sidewalk we happen to pass that day? My guess: to displace responsibility. After all, if things turn out terribly wrong, it’s not our fault. The universe told us to do it.

But we can’t be that bad at making decisions, can we?

It should be easy. We simply need to ask ourselves: Does this feel right?

And that’s the problem. What if we don’t know? It could be right. It could be wrong. Who can tell?

We can. Deep down inside we know what feels right. We just may not want to hear the answer. But we know, and if we give ourselves a little time — and listen very, very hard — the correct answer will bubble to the surface.

But just in case, God, if you’re reading this, it’d be great if you could shoot me a quick sign.