Change Myself –
The older I get the less knowledge and wisdom I think I possess. They say the beginning of wisdom and knowledge is two-fold; fearing God and knowing you know nothing. As each year passes the second part seems to get easier.
There was a time when I believed I knew much. Not just about myself but also about others. I could perceive motives both inward and outward, judge with impunity, and thought myself better and more able to live a life pleasing to God and myself than most other people. Then, I began to grow up.
The word growing brings with it a sense of serenity but growing is painful. It is bursting through old barriers, going places that are uncomfortable and unknown, daring to die in order to live, braving the challenges and elements that surround you.
With growth comes the realization you cannot force others to change. You do not have that power. You cannot stop the world from spinning out of control. You don’t have that ability. You can’t even get past your own hurts, habits, and hangups most days. You, I, am a perfect example of imperfection.
Wisdom and knowledge. They are as different as night and day but compliment each other when embraced and allowed to exist mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
“My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact, please you.”
She sat across from me eating a wonderfully messy sandwich. The smell was fabulous and it caused my stomach to grumble loudly. She told me the name but all I heard was chicken and bacon as my mouth moistened. The aroma wafted through the air and I could practically taste it. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she finished her meal and the smell lessened until it was gone.
My lunch was an egg salad wrap. It wasn’t bad but paled in comparison to the scrumptious, hearty entrée that delighted my senses earlier.
As I thought of the sandwich I also reflected upon our lives. Each life gives off an aroma. Some are pleasant, others not so much. One draws people while the next repels. Wisdom tells us to live our lives in such a way that they are pleasing to the senses causing those nearby to breathe deeply of their essence.