The first time I remember struggling to figure out what God’s will was for my life was when I graduated from high school and was trying to decide where I would go to college. I had been offered a full scholarship to the University of Washington that would pay for everything. I went on a tour of the school that was supposed to attract me to it, but it scared the bazeebers out of me. There were 20 kids in my High School, with five in my graduating class. A good friend who graduated a year earlier than me attended a tiny Christian College in Portland. He played on the basketball team, and I went to several games with his parents. The college had an open house for high school seniors, and I went there and enjoyed the experience very much. The problem was that it was a private college, so the room, board, and tuition were significantly higher than at the University of Washington, and there were no scholarships. There were student loans and work grants, but I didn’t want to get a loan. I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t figure out how to make it happen, and I didn’t know what God’s will was for my life. I agonized over that decision right up until the deadline for accepting the University scholarship, and I let the day go by without accepting it. The next day, I was so relieved; I would go to the college I wanted to attend, even if I hadn’t figured out how to pay for it. I knew I could figure it out and make it happen, and I did. I met Patty, my wife of 54 years, at that college; my Christian faith grew significantly during the two years I attended that college, and it was there that the seeds for being a pastor were planted in my heart. I was so close to deciding to go to the University of Washington with the full scholarship and the offer to enter into the Oceanography program with the possibility of being a scientist making lots of money. I often wonder where I would be now had I chosen to attend there. I wouldn’t have met Patty, I probably wouldn’t have had eight kids, I probably wouldn’t be a pastor, everything would have been different. That was just the first of many decisions that have come up in my life since then over the years that would have changed the direction of my life. Now, here I am at 75 years of age, and not very many big decisions left to make. It will be interesting when I get to heaven and see if I made the right decisions. I think I did, and I believe I couldn’t go wrong as long as I was committed to following the Lord.