Confused

The moments I know yet don't know what I want. Those times I feel like doing yet not doing something. The sad times when I know what I need to say, but not how to say it. The awkward moment when I say something and mean something else. The moments I'm confused.

At times I find such moments quite humbling. I realize I'm not the queen of it all, know-it-all. I realize I can and do blunder, I am not sufficient in and of myself. I realize there's a God who cares, and I'm humbled to realize He knows what I mean, need and can meet all my needs sufficiently. He doesn't get confused with me. He knows me inside out, He feels me, even when others are stuck on what I mean. I realize I'm limited, and needs God to complement me.

Such times make me feel angry. Angry at me for not being able to achieve my objective. Or not getting the results I want. My humanity makes me want to fall apart and ask why. I realize that not everybody gets me, and not everybody will always get me. I realize that miscommunication is a possibility, and life can fail you too. I understand that anger is part of life, it's just how you respond to it that matters.

I also realize that you can't always get what you want. Confusion can lead you to the wrong path, sometimes the way wrong path. And you have to turn back to where you begun, to get it right again.

Being confused is a part of life. What matters is how you deal with it.