everyone teaches you like knowing is something you want to do, something that's required before you can exist in the big, wide world all by yourself. we have to learn things like how to tie our shoes and how to walk on the right side of the road so that we don't get hit by a speeding car.
but even when we know these things, even when we know where our feet are supposed to go, we still get hit by a speeding car. don't we all get blindsided, no matter how much we know?
but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way
to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of
:: air ::
my soul magnifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God, my Saviour.
because mysteries are okay. the one who said they were doesn't understand this path we walk, and the Hand we hold, because sometimes it's all about mystery.
it's okay to not know. when all you can do is inhale exhale and inhale again, and that's all that you understand, i promise that it's okay.
and when you gaze into that face of long baby lashes and a soft triangle of milk-fed infancy, remember that this mystery is the earthly picture of another.
you know, the one where a teenager wrapped her arms around the Saviour of the world and kissed His cheek and called Him "Emmanuel."
:: because it's a mystery ::
and it's okay to wonder, and be full of wonder.