I’ve realized as I’ve gotten older that the less I know, the more I just have to rely on and trust in Jesus. The thing about getting older and wiser, is that you start to understand just how little you know and how much there always is to learn.

When I was younger I was sure that I had some things figured out. Knowing a lot of stuff means you don’t have to lean on your faith quite as much. It feels safer, knowing that you know. Having all the details worked out and trying to get as many people on board with you so that you have the assurance of multitudes of agreement.

But not so much anymore. The more I know, the more I realize how little I know. I am not the keeper of do’s and don’t’s. I don’t know what things are going to be like after I pass away from the earth. I don’t know exactly what salvation is. I don’t understand this life of travail and pain, sprinkled with moments of joy and beauty. When everything is stripped away, there still stands Jesus, the author and finisher of my faith. And there is love – if I know nothing else, I know that to love is to live.

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Written by Tina Gasperson

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