The Beginning of Wisdom
Something begins to shift when the threads start to return. What once felt like separate moments begins to feel connected. And in that seeing… something like awe quietly appears.
REFLECTION
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There was a time
when I set out to write about wisdom.
Not as an idea…
but as something to understand.
It began with a familiar line:
The beginning of wisdom
is the fear of the Lord.
At first, it felt like something to define.
Something to explain.
Something to arrive at.
But as I continued walking through the Scriptures…
something began to shift.
Threads started to appear.
Not once…
but again…
and again.
A word returning.
A pattern forming.
Something quietly being carried from one place to another.
And with it…
a different kind of awareness.
Not understanding.
Not explanation.
But something closer to awe.
The more the threads returned,
the less it felt like I was studying the Scriptures…
and the more it felt like I was standing within something
already whole.
And somewhere in that…
the beginning of wisdom was no longer something to define.
It was something being experienced.
Not fear as distance.
But a kind of nearness
that changes how everything is seen.
A quiet recognition:
Nothing here is random.
Nothing here is separate.
Everything is being carried.
And in that recognition…
there is a stillness.
The kind that does not rush to explain.
The kind that simply remains.
You may have felt it.