More on Literacy

So I am still thinking about literacy. Chris and I have been taking steps to gain further knowledge about our bodies, nutrition and finances. But, just when I think I may be starting to grasp some of these things that I deem to be the literacies of adulthood, I am confronted by even more literacies of adulthood that I don't possess. Like cars for example. I just can't seem to gain a working and competent knowledge of cars. There was an incident a few weeks ago where Chris was driving and the oil light came on and he had to add more oil. I thought that some big, catastrophic disaster was about to occur with this car, my first car, only to find out after two hours at the mechanic today that things are just fine and I should get in the habit of checking and topping off my oil in between my 3000 mile oil changes.

Seriously!?!

How did I make it to 27 having never heard of this perfectly normal thing to do.

Sometimes I feel like I encouter situations in my adult life and I get this eerie feeling that I have been living under a rock for a few years and have missed the learning or info on the subject at hand. I come out from under my rock dwelling into a fog of confusion and begin to doubt my compitency to function as an adult. But alas, I realize that I haven't been gone anywhere, I have been right here, struggling through all of the new learning of this phase of life and my confidence is renewed because, hey, I have made it this far after all, I may as well just go a little further. I have heard it said that the twenties are the MOST DIFFICULT time of life in terms of the learning curve being VERY steep. Steep it is indeed. But, I am also certain that it will have been worth all the work, struggling, pondering, questioning and doubting for the strength and courage that it has grown and is growing in me.

Been Thinking...

I was just getting ready for tonight – I attempt to lead a small group for a bunch of middle school boys. I was just trying to plan out what I am going to teach the guys tonight and I realized that I have a problem. I don't understand what I want to teach. :( Kind of ironic if you think about it.

The question that I've been thinking about and am having a difficult time answering satisfactorily, is the question of "why?" Why am I alive? Now before you lash me with, "You haven't figured that out yet?" do you truly know the answer?

Because asking yourself the question "why" is a haunting task. Not just because of what the answer may be, but because of all that it may imply. I suppose that most fall short of truly asking. They may wonder or pause to think for a moment on why they happen to have the breath we call life, but I'm certain that very few honestly ask, hoping for an answer.

But I am asking. Why do I exist? The answer cannot simply be found in such a circular idea as to perpetuate humanity. I know that I have been designed to serve a great purpose, but there must be a "why" to all that. Why did God so choose to make me?

I can give interesting and compelling answers to the question of purpose, but not to the questioning of why God gave me life? I do not understand. Perhaps I'm not supposed to find a satisfactory answer. Perhaps it's another one of those unattainable mysteries of God.