Lessons

You never stop learning. Ever. There are times though when we wonder, what lesson is life trying to teach us at any given moment? What are we supposed to be learning, from the different events that we face?

It is obvious when you want to try to do something yourself for the first time, you have to learn how. There are of course options. You can find books on the topic. You can ask a knowledgeable friend. You can search out videos that give you step by step guides. There is also the trial and error method.


No matter what job we hold, or how long we have had the position, to stay relevant, one must keep learning. Staying up on the new processes, the new rules, any changes or shifts that take place. You stay in the know, and that helps you do a better, safer job.  

Constantly learning, keeps us healthier and young. Keeping an active mind, helps keep in healthier and less inclined to show signs of dementia.

Learning, helps you take the things you have done a thousand times before and make it new. Cooking that meal a new way, taking a different route to work, a mountain hike. One new method learned, can change everything.


We learn new ways to eat and exercise better so as to be healthier.


Ways to relax and ease the stress we may find ourselves under.

Ways to help sleep better, to be healthier both physically and mentally. A quick search will teach you how dangerous poor sleep can be.


None of that, is a surprise. Many of us have been in position to learn one or more of the above lessons. Sometimes though, we find ourselves in a situation where we wonder, what lesson(s) am I being taught? What purpose is there for what happened, or what one is going through at the moment. 

Today, I was in conversation with someone, and that conversation ended up as many had before. Not just with this person but with others. No matter what I said, I was wrong, or less. When I use the word less, I use in meaning that my problems, my battles, my what ever, was not or is not as bad as what the person I am talking with has or is facing. And sometimes they are right. Sometimes though, they aren’t. 

It tends to get frustrating. I’m not in a competition, but being contradicted at every turn gets old. So what Lord, am I supposed to be learning here? So far I’m missing it. I would really like to find out so as to not be so frustrated next time it happens.


 Comprehension maybe, that even though my comments were meant to show I understood, they were unnecessary. 

Patience maybe, in that waiting longer to see where the conversation was going, even requires a response.


Humility, in that every remark isn’t about me.

Inner Strength, learning the ability to take being told I’m wrong or less, and allowing it to slide off my back.

Any of these? all of these? Something else entirely?Maybe, I need to learn, that there are going to be times, when I am misunderstood. That my comments are going to be taken wrong, maybe even not heard. That my actions will be seen in ways other than what I intended. That people get so wrapped up in their own thoughts and troubles that they don’t realize how what they are saying sounds. 

The Lord Jesus was misunderstood often in His ministry. Jesus, Misunderstood 

How can I, human that I am, think myself above or exempt from being misunderstood? When in that alone, many lessons may be learned.

Life is a long winding road, with lessons around every curve

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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