you make a decision you essentially make it alone. You can take advice, pray, contemplate the evidence, try to anticipate the outcomes. Yet in the end the choice is yours, sign the paper, say the word, make the call. It can be like dying, there may be many who help along the way but only one makes the actual crossing.
How does a finite person make decisions? In the end we have so little, really, at our disposal. A feeling, perhaps, what we know or experienced, the counsel of someone we presume is wise. Yet they, too, are limited. Revelation matters, but it’s often painted in broad strokes even as life is lived in the moments and specifics.
The truth is you never know the full ramifications of anything and deceptions abound. How do you know that the woman at the altar won’t also be the one who tears your life apart down the road. The car that looks so new and right can be also be the one that drains your time and money. The poet said “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” but what if there are three, or eight, or you have to make your own?
Such are the results of fruits forbidden in ancient gardens and only the promise of future grace makes it somewhat palatable.
The Beautiful Path 
Beautifully stated. The only assurance we have of the consequence of any decision is the providence of God in its outcome. And we only see it in the rear view mirror, perhaps many miles down the road.
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