wisdom

I was a little stumped on the tune for today, but church solved my problems (it often does). Specifically, the second verse of "O Come, O Come Emmanuel":

O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.

(As an aside, I am more than a little sorry that I missed out on "bound" due to starting this project three days late, because  this morning we belted out (well as much as we can, being Episcopalians and all) a rousing rendition of "On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand" aka "I am Bound for the Promised Land." That would have been a great one to hum all day. As an aside to my aside, this video is worth watching not only for the beautiful music but also the kitchen recording studio, complete with pots on the counter, and the kid on mandolin chewing gum (at least I hope it's gum) and staring off to the side wishing he were somewhere else in classic disaffected teenage boy fashion.)

I thought about how I have been questioning the wisdom of embarking on this advent word-a-day blogging project, though I received some encouraging words this morning to keep me going for the moment. 

I thought about the wisdom of not knitting any gifts this holiday season. I may yet recant. Then again, it may already be too late.

The most prevalent thought was: I don't have nearly enough wisdom. If anything, the past four months have served to hammer home to me that I have very little indeed. Maybe that's an inevitable result of growing older? You progress from thinking you have all the answers to knowing that you have very few.

Sometimes I think that wisdom might mostly be a healthy dose of kindness. Look out for others and try to put their needs before your own. There's something to that golden rule thing, after all.