The garden has always been a place of peace for me. A sanctuary. A place…
We spend a lifetime learning.
From books. From experience. From mistakes.
From the wisdom of those steps, or miles, ahead of us.
It’s a journey. A winding path.
And I picture each of us having a ledger where we log entries under the column, “things I have learned”.
Mine would be leather bound, oversized, with timeworn pages.
A place for new entries. A place to reflect.
Then I pray for that knowledge to lead to wisdom.
For knowledge without wisdom, is simply that. Knowledge.
So I am in a season of perusing the volumes I have acquired.
Flipping through the pages of my mental ledger from time to time, reflecting on any nuggets of wisdom I might have gained.
I would hope to look fondly on the accumulation of knowledge I might have acquired. But I think any wisdom I have obtained leads me to the humbling awareness that…….the older I get, the less I know.
I’m not referring to the loss of knowledge, but in the scheme of things, I know so little.
This is not discouraging. But humbling.
It keeps me from getting a bit “too full of myself”.
It keeps me hungry to learn.
From books. From life. From the Book of Life.
There is more excitement in seeking knowledge, than thinking I have arrived. Or would ever arrive.
I like having a destination to work toward. But one bit of wisdom I have acquired is the fact that there is no destination. But a pursuit. A journey.
I want to rest in that.
Knowing that this journey will one day, could be any day, lead me to the destination where all wisdom will be revealed.
Until then, I want to walk humbly.