Messy

Wisdom is comfortable living in the land of I-don’t-know.

Sometimes it’s “I don’t know, let me find out” other times it’s “I don’t know, my knowledge is limited in that area”.

Not infrequently it’s “I don’t know, and the answer is less important than relationship with this person in that area”.

There are hills worth throwing yourself on your sword on, and others better suited for rolling down like a child in glee. Wisdom understands the difference.

Wisdom is not turning into a monster trying to hold on to something that was never yours in the first place. It’s speaking up at times and remaining silent at others. Sometimes it means letting go.

It’s understanding we’re not a pretty box of identical pastel-coloured macarons lined up in formation on tissue paper, rather a mess of broken and crumbled biscuits at the bottom of a rumpled package. A beautiful and beloved mess.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. This is so wise and lovely, Linda. “A beautiful and beloved mess.” Thanks for the comforting inspiration.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.