Crossroads

Crossroads has come up often in my small group, and I thought I had passed them all, or at least the more difficult ones. I was wrong. My foolish pride has gotten the best of me, and so I'm stuck spending this night wondering which way leads on to way. If only I knew which way to go or could just see around the bend in the road, I could sleep much easier. I can't. Its just part of the human condition; we are no prophets. And when I thought I had it all together, so goes my world tumbling down, like children through carefully crafted dominoes.