Knowing Everything Is A Blessing And A Curse (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 06 2023	Views/Reads: 288/150	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When I recognize how short I am on knowledge, I then can come to God who is liberal in His giving of knowledge. My choice is, rely on my wisdom or the wisdom of God. That’s the only wisdom I can trust.

If you ever spent more than five minutes with me, you would conclude
that I do not know everything. I would agree 100%. 

It is not bad that I don't know everything. I know today more than I
knew ten years ago, if that is any consolation. 

The thing that is surprising to me is that I do not know what I need to
know when I need to know it. 

Although I struggle with not knowing everything, I don't make it a
priority in my life. I accept that I do not know everything, and if I 
can learn something new, I'm all for it. 

This is not true for everyone in our house. The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage, according to my experience, knows just about everything. 
Even though I have known her for over 50 years, I still can't 
understand how she's reached that point. 

It's been a blessing because when I can't do something, I ask her; she
knows it, and more than that, she can explain it to me. 

A few years ago, her vehicle broke down. I don't remember what was wrong
with it, but we had it towed to the garage to fix. I took my wife to 
the garage with her vehicle. 

When we got there, she walked in to talk to the mechanic. This was our
first time at this repair shop, so we didn't know them, and they didn't 
know us. But The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage told him what was 
wrong with her vehicle and what he needed to do to fix it. 

He looked at me, then back at her, and said, "Yes, ma'am. I'll take care
of your vehicle." 

When we went to pick up her vehicle, the mechanic said, "Ma'am, how did
you know what was wrong with your vehicle and furthermore how did you 
know how to fix it?" 

She went into a long explanation, and I just smiled. 

When she finished explaining, he looked at her and asked, "Would you
like a job here?" 

It's good to have someone in the house who knows everything. Someone who
knows what's wrong but, more importantly, someone who knows how to fix 
it. 

That night around the dinner table, we chuckled at the day's events. 

Knowing everything can be a great blessing, but it can also be a curse. 

When it comes to thrift store shops within a 100-mile radius of our
home, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage knows them all and 
everything about them. She is a regular visitor to every one of them. 
Not only does she know them, but everybody knows her. 

I know where all the McDonald's restaurants are, but that's my limit.
After all, they do have Apple Fritters. 

Monday this past week, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage went
grocery shopping in the next town. When she got home, I could see she 
was very frustrated. I couldn't understand her frustration, and 
sometimes I'm cautious about asking. 

So all I said was, "How was your shopping trip?" 

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” 

I was concerned because I knew at this point she was frustrated about
something. 

"Do you know," she said as frustrated as I've ever seen her, "that
there's a new thrift store just 5 miles from our house? That thrift 
store has been there for over a year, and I didn't know about it." 

I was almost as shocked as she was because that did not seem real. How


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