Knowing too little, but needing to know more:

 I’ll be a bit vague in order not to incriminate the innocent, Kathy, or the guilty, me.

The fact is, sooner or later we find ourselves in a place where we need to make a decision, or decisions, with not nearly enough information, and little if any opportunity to get more. It is frustrating. 

I find myself berating myself. Why didn’t I study this more—more web searches, more conversations with experts—I could have taken a class.😧

The fact is, though, except for a few remarkable folks—and I’m not one—information doesn’t have all that long of a shelf life. I heard an interview with John McEnroe the other day (to prove my point, I don’t remember how to spell his name, if I got it, it was a guess) Mc quoted a basketball player, “The older I get, the better I used to be.” These days I find myself remembering that I used to know something, but I don’t remember what it is that I used to know.

I have to make a gut decision. Problem is my gut isn’t like the junk drawer in my shop. If I put a 3/8 x2” bolt in that drawer, it’ll be there. I’ll have to rummage, but it’s there. Often, what I need to know just isn’t there. Rummaging morphs into worry, as in, “Be anxious for nothing.” I am to often anxious for nothing. The nothing I find in the junk drawer off my mind, sets me to worrying.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not promoting blissful ignorance. Blissful ignorance is overrated. It is also expensive, to the ignorant one and to others in the neighborhood. I’m still working to add some stuff to my junk drawer. I’m even sorting it to make retrieval easier. But experience has taught me that a whole chest of junk drawers is not enough to meet life’s needs. I need more.

Maybe I’ll share more later, but let me say here, what I find most useful is not to know something more, but to know someone better.

My relationship with the Lord and with His people is what really gets me through.

It’s trite, but not really. It’s not what I know, but Who!