A sign

I wish it were as simple as that. "G-d, please give me a sign if I should go ahead with this or not." And thunk, there is a glowing neon sign in front of me that says YES.

Or a super magic 8 ball. Just ask a question, shake it, and you get your answer.

But life doesn't work like that. I say, "Please G-d send me a sign." And then I wait. And wait. I hold out my arms, like He will actually drop something right into them. And yet that has never happened. So I wait some more, and then I sigh and walk away.

But then I wonder, what if that waving tree branch was my sign? Or that flashy red car that drove by? What if the phone call I got was the clear answer I was waiting for? How do I know that my sign didn't come, and I just missed it? Or misinterpreted it, or didn't see it.

G-d has many ways to tell us what we need to hear. Sometimes it comes from a parent or a friend. Sometimes it is a voice whispering from inside of ourselves. We don't know when or where it'll come from.

So I say, "Listen, G-d, I think this is the decision I'm supposed to make. But I'm not sure. So if it is wrong, please place a root in front of me that I will trip over."

I haven't tripped yet. And generally I look back and say, that was the right decision.