Questions

Today I was thankful for questions.
All that is unanswered in my life. It’s overwhelming. All the questions about my puny little life. And my children. And our community. Our state. Our country.
All the questions about the future, as well as the past. Answered questions help you make sense of what’s happened, what is happening, and what may happen. But the lack of answers provides despair or discouragement.
Today I let my thoughts wander a little more, a little further down the path than usual, because, to be honest, most of the time I get stuck at the hedge of all my questions. And the brambles and briers get so thick I turn around and wander back to where I feel secure.
No, not secure, back to where I feel more comfortable. The nest I’ve made of the questions I can answer. My little bed with the warm cover that keeps the cold away, at least for the night.So I wandered past the hedgerow and found a clearing and an expanse ahead. Just a glimpse, for a moment, of what might be, what could be if I moved past the questions of my life. And the view, though, fleeting, was amazing. The view filled me with hope.
Until I looked at the questions again.
And that’s when it hit me—the questions are there to propel me, not stop me. The questions of my life aren’t there for me to find every little answer and get everything right. The questions are there to be a catalyst to look to the “Answer,” capital “A.”
One day, and it may be soon, all of the questions are going to make sense. Like arrows on the path pointing, “This way.” And the more uncomfortable I am willing to become, pulling off the cover of my complacency and my need to be warm, the closer to the Answer I will get.
Today I was thankful for questions.