Known

You never know what it is to be someone else. Never. You can put their shoes on, get in their skin, stand on their porches. But you can't know completely. Only God, I believe, knows. So please don't tell me what I should be doing, what I think, where I've been, how I feel. Like you know. If someone wants to know me, please close your mouth and listen. It's that easy. Or just watch me. Or don't.

I don't think God is shocked by our questions. I don't believe he is offended when we can't see him. The fact is, we can't see him. It's just the truth. I think he can work with that. He is bigger than any idea or doctrine or translation or act. I am in awe of that. I will never get tired of looking up and just being known. And me-- not knowing much of anything. How could I be any other way? He knows where I am. And who I am.

That is peace and joy to me.