My Choice

The roadworks outside my house continue, the noise, the screeching and the banging can be overwhelming. But I can cut out the noise and concentrate on the birds singing in the trees which I can hear in the brief seconds of quiet. I can listen to the gurgle of my neighbours water feature and just discern the hum of the insects. It is my choice.

I love my church but there are dissentient voices. Not everyone is happy with change. Do I listen to the positive reactions or do I listen to the moaners? It is my choice.

The world is in a mess, adrift from God. I can join in the grumbling and increase the unhappiness or in some small way I can do something do make the world a better place. It is my choice.