Q & A

It starts when you are two. Asking questions. Getting answers. You are curious why things are. What things are. When things will happen. Who people are. And we always got our answers from our parents. They were all knowing. The encyclopedia of life’s big questions. Then we grew older, started school and our intelligence was tested through questions we had to answer on our own. We knew there was a right and a wrong answer but we were tested on knowing the right answer. Graded. If it was right we were smart, if it was wrong, well you are dumb. Then we move on to a whole new set of questions and answers. Beyond why the sky is blue and why 2 is the only prime number. Life’s questions and answers. What should my major be? Is this man my future husband? Should we buy this house? Its questions like these that are not black and white but fall under the grayish standard. There isn’t a yes or a now. Not a wrong or a right. Just a “do what you feel is best”, but what if we don’t know what is best. That’s when that darn faith thing comes into play. My husband always tells me I need to have more faith in our decisions, but I don’t like walking somewhere where I don’t have light and don’t know where I am going. I have a plan and it’s perfect, except it’s not cause he has a bigger plan. A smarter plan. I don’t like it at first, and then I get the answer, the one I have been waiting for. He is right. It’s the right answer. I wish I would have known this sooner, but it came finally. I hate waiting. I am like a 2 year old. I need an answer right now. I hate not knowing if the answer I get is the correct one or if it’s just me thinking it is. Silly faith