It's Better Not To Know

I have become a fan of Amy Grant's latest album "How Mercy Looks From Here." I think I have memorized almost every song and frequently find myself throughout the day still singing the tunes. The one song that first drew me in was "Better Not to Know." I immediately related to her message, and at this time in my life, I understand, I get it. I am a person who throughout most of my life focused on the end result, thinking that my joy and peace would arrive when "all was well." Yet, in these past few years, I realize that I have missed the point of life, that actually the joy is in the present passage and independent of the outcome.

It's surprising that when you begin to live life as it presents and not try to manipulate or control it, there is peaceful contentment. I find myself savoring the time spent with friends and family. My heart is open to what will be, and maybe that is the adventure of life that I was trying to create. Yet, the real adventure had always been right here in front of me. I just didn't recognize it because it was not what I thought it should be. But I get it, finally . . .

It's better not to know . . . it's better to live and trust the One who gave you life to live today.

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