I grew up in a Christianity that didn't allow me to admit that. So for years I "had" all kinds of answers. But underneath them all was a shaky voice and a doubting heart and a lot of unverbalized questions...
Now I'm just allowing myself to embrace my questions more than I used to.
It's frustrating -- and maddening even, at times -- because I wish I had answers. I crave sureties.
But building a faith on pretend answers is no better than acknowledging I have none at all.
It's like trusting in sandcastles that disappear in the surf...
My only surety -- my only certainty -- is Christ.
And for everything else in between, it's okay if I have to shrug and say "I don't know."
It's hard to live in the tension of that shrug, but that's where I find myself. And though it seems to go against everything within me, I know that just has to be okay.
I'm thankful for a God who meets me in the question marks.
For He alone is the only true and definitive answer.
How hard is it for you to not have all the answers?