Decisions. You either love them or hate them. Like you love to decide which clock would look best in your living room, or what special present to get your husband for his birthday. But the decisions that affect the rest of your life are usually harder to decipher. To bad there’s not a magic 8 ball you can shake to decide for you . . . but there are fortune cookies. Yes that’s right. I believe in the magic of the fortune cookie – well at least for this story anyway. 
Allan returned home from Georgia Georgia 
But there was something gnawing at me. We still hadn’t found a stable job in Georgia 
This brings me back to decisions! Ugh why couldn’t I just get an answer? We felt good about going didn’t we? We did everything we could by putting up our house for sale and getting ready to leave the state. I didn’t even enroll Jackson 
So one morning I said the words “we need to talk” to my husband. I think he flinches every time I say that. Don’t you? You know something is wrong the minute you hear that phrase. Yet just like the scary movie where the girl walks down the hall toward the bedroom where you know (and she does to) the murderer is going to be, you are too deliciously scared and to curious not to see what happens next. I’m pretty sure this is how Allan feels every time I say the dreaded words. 
I brought up school. How were we going to afford to send him back as an out of state student? And what did he want to do with his life? Those were two very loaded questions. We chatted back and forth and then Allan called our good friend Ben who has been our neighbor since we moved in. He came over and gave Allan some counsel, prayed with him, and talked with him. 
When it was all said and done Allan told me that Georgia 
That night we were so emotionally and physically exhausted by the days events that we decided to get take out from a Mongolian place down the street from us. My husband ordered our comfort food of rice and sesame seed chicken. After the meal we picked up our fortune cookies and Allan opened his first. I don’t remember what it said but I’m sure it was something generic because he tossed it aside afterward. 
Then I opened my fortune cookie without any sort of thought. It read “Life is a series of choices. Today all of yours were good.” I read it out loud and looked at Allan and we both burst into tears. I found it to be a small tender mercy from the Lord in which he was letting me know that He cared for us and He was watching out for us. Now I don’t recommend you order take out every time a big decision comes your way. The Lord answers our prayers in so many different ways that you can never count on it twice. But He does answer our prayers in His time and in His own way.  I will never forget that single fortune cookie which gave me so much comfort on such a difficult day. 
 
What a sweet story. We've been there deciding where to move and the ridiculous job market. It seems to be a great time to go back to school. We've always been encouraged to obtain knowledge. Good luck Allan. I still say he belongs on Broadway.
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