It's ok to not know

"Mrs. Suders, when are you having kids?"
"Mrs. Suders, are you going to teach here forever?"
"Mrs. Suders, what is 'benna'?"
"Mrs. Suders, are you ever going to get your Master's?"
"Mrs. Suders, are all homosexuals going to hell?"
"Mrs. Suders, do you think I'll see my grandma in heaven?"
"Mrs. Suders, is it ok if I take shawtie to McDonald's for dinner before prom?" <-- can't make this stuff up, folks.

"I don't know, guys. I just don't know. "

And for the control freak in me, that's hard to say. I'm tempted to make up an answer sometimes, or to regurgitate what I've been taught my whole life or give an answer that sounds really, really good.

Admit it... you have a touch of control freak in you, too. I think we all do, some more than others. You know what I'm talking about :)

I used to think a sign of maturity was having your life all figured out- what you were going to do, where you were going to live, what you were going to name your pets and kids, what you were going to have for dinner every night.

Now, as I toss around master's degrees in my head (theology? administration? reading? curriculum development?).
As I entertain the idea of someday having a squishy bundle of joy (and think about the immense sacrifice it entails).
As I ask faith related questions, since I'm not scared to anymore.
As I wonder, "is this where I want to be right now?"

I realize this:
Maturity isn't have it all figured out.

I don't even know what maturity IS anymore.

And you know what? It's ok to not know.