Living with the Decision

We make countless decisions every day, often without even realising it. Even the ones we make consciously don’t always come with clarity. There is no sign, no guarantee that the choice we make is the “right” one. The opportunity is there, and we have to decide: take it, or leave it. 

And yet, we like to think there’s a right choice. Most of the time, there isn’t. We choose with what we know, shaped by past experiences, and with who we are in that moment. Often, the quick choice we make is guided more by emotion than by reason. 

This is why the real work begins only after the choice is made. We have to live with it, without constantly circling back to the one we didn’t take. Peace doesn’t come from making the “perfect” decision. It comes from settling into what is. 

Abraham was seventy-five years old when God called him to leave everything familiar – his home, his family, his country. He had no knowledge of what lay ahead. Yet, he stepped forward, trusting God’s promise of a land, a people, and a future he could not yet see. 

“The Lord had said to Abram, ‘Go… to the land I will show you.’ So Abram went…” – Genesis 12:1,4 (NIV) 

He didn’t wait for clarity. He didn’t divide himself between staying and leaving. He chose obedience and moved. 

Isaac faced a different kind of test. Famine came, and it would have been natural to leave the land God had promised. But God told him to stay, to plant and settle, to trust without immediate reward. 

“Stay in this land for a while, and I will be with you and will bless you.” – Genesis 26:3 (NIV) 

So, he stayed. He dug wells, built altars, and lived faithfully where he was planted. Nothing dramatic at first. No immediate signs of prosperity. Just trust and steady presence, and in time, God’s blessing followed. 

Then there’s Ruth, a widow in a foreign land. She could have returned to her family, to security, to familiarity. Instead, she stayed with Naomi, her mother-in-law, choosing loyalty and love over comfort or certainty. 

“Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay; your people will be my people and your God my God.” – Ruth 1:16 (NIV) 

Her choice wasn’t about a place, but about the person she committed to, the life she chose to invest in. And once made, she didn’t waver, or stand divided between two lives. 

This is the pattern. Not one path over another, but the posture within it. Each of these Bible characters chose, and then lived fully inside that choice. 

These experiences that have been written in the Bible are given to us as an example. Today, God doesn’t speak in ways we can hear, and many people don’t believe in signs. But I believe that God is in control. When things fall into place, when circumstances align in a way that feels right and fair, it was meant to be. 

Here’s my own story as an example. 

I remember saying for many years that I needed to prioritise my health and resign from the teaching position I was holding. But I didn’t want to just leave. I needed a sign. I needed God to show me the way. So, I stayed. 

My health deteriorated, and still I stayed. There was nothing that clearly indicated it was time to stop teaching. People advised me. Friends guided me. Family supported me. Yet, I wasn’t comfortable with leaving before the time was right. 

I prayed often. I asked God to give me patience, to help me choose the right moment. And then I continued, even in ill health, to teach. 

By 11:00, my strength was gone. I could no longer function as I should. School only ended at 13:30, and the hours stretched endlessly. 

One day, I was standing by the cupboard in my classroom, searching for important documents. As I had done so many times before, I quietly said, “I can’t do this anymore.” And then, something shifted. A sense of relief came over me. I stepped back, looked again, and there they were. The documents. Right in front of me, as if they had just been placed there. I looked up and thanked God. I walked to the office and told the principal I was done. I left on sick leave immediately. From there, the process began and long sick leave became early retirement. 

Unfortunately, it didn’t happen without problems. I waited patiently for the Department of Education to contact me. Three months passed, and still nothing was happening. When I phoned the department to follow up, I was told I could return to school. 

I was so confused. I soon learned that my documents for long sick leave and early retirement had been filed incorrectly. Instead, I had been placed on long-COVID leave. I explained my situation again. I was then told that I would have to see different specialists again for all the tests already done, to confirm I was truly unfit for teaching. 

I couldn’t understand why I had to go through all the tests again. It took another eight months of doctor visits, tests, and document submissions before the department was finally satisfied. At last, early retirement seemed possible. 

And then, unexpectedly, my brother died. He and my mother had been living with us for almost 8 years. After his funeral, my mother moved to Langebaan to live with my sister. 

I waited another four months before my early retirement was approved. 

Of course, my brother’s death opened the door for my move to Langebaan. It wasn’t my first choice, but it became the only choice. My husband and children agreed that we could move as a family to the Western Cape so that I could be near my mother. This gave me a sense of purpose to move across the country. 

What I’ve learned over the years is that it’s not just about opportunity. It’s about accepting the choice once it is made. That’s where calm is found. Not in avoiding consequences, or knowing the future, but in refusing to live divided – half in the present, half in the imagined alternative. 

Go, and go fully. Stay, and stay fully.