The Stewardship of Decision

Catapulted into another day, I attempt to lay out all the should-do's and want-to-do's and must-do's and decide what will become a done or a think-more-about or a kind-of-do and hopefully not a botch-it.
It's all my life. It's all a gift. I know I've made it clear that I enjoy some of it a lot and some of it not at all. But it is all sacred. The stewardship of decision weighs heavily yet ennobling upon my shoulders. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I wouldn't give it up for the certainty of obedience or the vindication of reward. I willfully and recklessly invest all my hope in the incoercible favor of my maker, the unrestrained fellowship of my savior, and the unverifiable power of my sustainer.
Hmm. To what task shall I next give myself?