My mother died when I was 19. That was a long time ago, but it’s still vivid in my mind. It was a sad period in my life, of course, but also a strange one.
After her death, I remember thinking that I wasn’t feeling as horrible as I thought I should. There was a certain peace inside me. For awhile I couldn’t figure out what was going on. I told a friend, “I feel peace and I don’t understand why.” Hearing my own words, the explanation became clear, as I recalled the scripture that says God gives us “peace that passes all understanding.”
If I understood it, I realized, it wouldn’t be the peace that passes understanding.
Today there are many things I don’t understand. Sometimes it’s better to just accept them as from the hand of God, rather than try to analyze. Un-understanding can be a divine gift.
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