Years ago, a friend of mine asked me to travel to Chicago to see a talk show. She all but waved the tickets in front of me. “It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity,” she said. Her enthusiasm grew contagious, so I agreed to the trip.
The morning of our departure, I got out of bed, put the coffee on to brew, and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I stepped in front of the tub, my stomach churned. Not in a physical sense, but in the way it’s always done when something’s not right. I pressed my hand to my belly, hoping the feeling would pass.
But it didn't. As time wore on, it felt as though a boulder had lodged in my gut. What is it, Lord?
No sooner had I posed the question, than a knowing filled my soul. I knew I couldn’t go, but I had no idea why.
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