A Midnight Conversation of Mohrs

Only moments ago my sister and I concluded a conversation about God and choice. We ended it with an agreement that we needed to sleep and, with a hug, said, “I love you.” It was a good conversation, and I’m glad we chose to talk about it.
She said, as we walked away, that maybe one of us will someday change our outlook on the matter because it’s already determined that way. And my reply: “I’ve already made my choice.”

I choose to love her. I choose to have hope. I choose to worship God. And I take all responsibility for my choices.