I wish God would just send me an email. Surely He has my address. Or, if He so chose, He could leave a message on my voice mail—at either number.

I crave direction. I need to know that I’m “doing the right thing.” I want to know what His will is for me. I’m tired of making all these little boo-boos in my life.

And yet, I know perfectly well that it’s all my little boo-boos (and the big boo-boos too) that make me the person I am today. I believe I do learn from my “mistakes,” or false steps, but I’d really rather go marching off into the future with the perfect certainty that I’m moving in the right direction.

And that’s where free will comes in. I have the God-given right to be wrong. But on the flip side, I also have the God-given right to be right.

Today I do the best I can, hold my head high, and boldly embrace my future. I can’t predict what’s going to happen, but I know one thing for certain-sure: The best way to predict the future is to create it.