It's Okay

Not understanding someone, something, or a situation and the surrounding confusion that often ensues, are probably my least favorite kind of mental and emotional spots to be in.

I like to understand, I like clarity, I live to know. 

But I've learned that there are simply some people I won't be able to understand.

And that there are some things and situations that are not going to be clear or become clarified for me. 

At least not any time soon or on this side of eternity. 

I tend to feel angry when I “don’t know” something I am valuing as important or considering crucial to know. 

When I feel this anger, I have been learning to confess my partial understanding and  to seek God, asking Him to over-write my anger with a spirit of mercy instead, so that I may patiently trust His timing, believing even that “not knowing” have a purpose and a place. 

For if I knew everything I wanted to know and understand right when I wanted to know and understand it, what need would I have then, or what motivation – to draw near to the One who does know and in whom I can trust that Him knowing and knowing Him are enough.