I know nothing about so many things.
Where to begin?
With the fear of the Lord. With prayer.
(Refusing to hide under the covers of condemnation when failures, inevitable, growl like monsters under the bed.)
With humility, acknowledging all I am not to the one Who Is, ineffably – the Only Wise God.
With the search, the entreat, the door-pounding of those who will be made kingdom wise.
With hope, verily, verily, that the beatitude-broken will indeed be blessed.