There are many things I don’t understand.
I do not understand how the weather changes so quickly in Anytown.
I do not understand quantum mechanics.
I do not understand how things go missing so easily, like half a pair of socks or a watch you never take off.
I do not understand how Ariel could possibly be anyone’s favorite Disney princess.
I do not understand why some people think that age entitles them to maturity and hence to special privileges.
I do not understand how people can forget that other people have feelings, too.
I don’t understand judgmental attitudes.
I don’t understand how I got to the end of my senior year without dying.
I don’t understand grace.
I don’t understand how the universe can seem infinite though it must be finite.
I do not understand the concept of nothingness.
There is much in this universe my brain can’t handle. I’m not the smartest person in the world, but I’m smart enough to know that there isn’t a human on this planet that can comprehend everything life throws at him.
But here is one thing I understand—and sometimes just one thing is enough—that God is good, and that He rescued me from an eternity of death and made me his little one. As a child, I understand as a child—and that much makes perfect sense to me.