Often Misleading

I decided to make this musing more of an exposition of my emotions, yet again. I am not sure really how I feel about bearing the bulk of emotions, through experiences, but it seems to work well and the readers enjoy them thoroughly. Therefore, today will be one of those days. A day to catch a glimpse of some of the thought-process and the rhetoric that engage my writing. If you do not care for that, then read yesterday's post or simply wait a few days until I have something else to say. If that is something you would care to read, then continue onward…

Let me share with you a bit of my past and a stark realization that I came to.

I was raised in a family that allowed me to ponder, seek, question, and critic what it is that I would believe. My brothers and I were encouraged to make faith, whatever we found it in, to be ours, our very own. We were challenged to think outside of the box, to read dangerous books, to ask deep questions, and to whole-heartedly make a choice and follow that choice. Sounds normal, doesn't it. I should also point about that I was raised in a family that embrace a relationship through Christ and walked into their calling when I was about four. Since I was four-five years of age, I have been raptured by the concept of grace and everlasting, unconditional love that captures you in His embrace. Some say that's smothering. Others will probably point out that I had God rammed down my throat from my earliest years. Well, I see it as that I understood what it was to love, to give love, to have love, and to be love. Also if you believe the previous statements, you evidently did not read the first two sentences. 

Throughout high school and college, I read books, studied in classes, and listened to speakers contextualize beliefs and ideas that the average individual would stammer and gasp that I would even engage in. I've been a student my entire life and I love to learn, in fact, I hold to the statement and truth that learning is life long. Anyway before I digress too much farther, I feel that my perception of learning is probably the most astute. To blatantly express, I have been challenged by what I believe more times that I can count, and that number that I could count, is considerable high.

I state all of this to explain one general fact, I think that I don't have everything figured out. Shocking, I know, but this has been a realization over the past four years or so. Not that I have ever walked around saying, "I have it all figured out and please listen to me, because I know more than you," but in a way, my demeanor has reciprocated that very statement. 

Whether in a college class, discussion, or in my journal, I have aggressively defend my opinion, as if everything I held to was absolute and concrete. Truly if that was the case, there would be need for faith. That is the truest statement, I could ever make.  

All of this knowledge and comprehension came about only to truly solidify the point, I don't have everything figured out. I believe that we have to come to this realization that we do not know everything, that we have not have life absolutely, 100% figured out. We need to realize that we are still learning, still experiencing, still living. When we can actualize this statement, I feel we can begin to walk bolder in faith, outside of which, blocks our ability to believe and depth that we can achieve.

When did you come to the point where you realized you didn't have it all figured out? Have you even come to that place? Do you still believe that you have it all together? 

Just some thoughts to consider.