School was my prime. I wish someone had told me that. I wish someone told me how easy it was for me, this was my thing; this was my prime of life.
…And that it would have an end. That would have been helpful, too.
Each year, I knew more and more. Knowledge built on knowledge. It made so much sense that way.
But then I left school, and somehow each year that comes I know less and less.
That is what I was reminded of in traveling around the world for a couple months and then returning to this street, where everybody knows my name. I am reminded that I know less and less with each turn of the world.
The more I learn of Burmese, the more I realize I don’t know.
The more I come to understand one situation, the more I know I don’t understand the other ninety-two. Yesterday my day whirled into one constant reminder of this.
And then today, I was listening to the Savvy Sauce podcast’s interview with Annie Chapman, and she said this so well. “The older I get, the less I know. But what I know, I know for sure. And this is what I know: that God is good.”
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