I used to think I knew it all.
But now I know few things for sure.
I used to believe faith was about facts.
But now mystery is essential to my beliefs.
I used to think tradition was musty and irrelevant.
But now I find beauty in liturgy and rootedness in ancient prayers.
I used to think bigger was better.
But now I crave only humility and space for doubt.
I used to argue with skeptics.
But now I listen to their stories.
I used to read my Bible to fulfill a sense of duty.
But now I sit down hungry, feasting on promises and poetry.
I used to wonder if Jesus was disappointed in me.
But now I rest in his grace upon grace (upon grace upon grace…).
I used to want to run away from the church, from the hurt.
But now…now…I find myself out of sorts, and my story unfinished.
This post was inspired by Out of Sorts by Sarah Bessey, a beautiful new book that explores what happens when you suddenly realize you don’t quite have it all figured out. As a recovering know-it-all, it felt good to read through Sarah’s story of making peace with her evolving faith. With vulnerability and grace, she lays it all on the table, giving us permission to talk about the messy stuff. Sarah gives me hope for my journey by bravely sharing her own.
Are you a recovering know-it-all?
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