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Monday, March 24, 2014

Stuff My Mother Said…

03/24/2014

And my dear-departed mother said a hell of a lot…and most of the time said this stuff to me.

One of her favorites directed at me, and quite often, was “The Lord works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.”  This rolled off her lips way too easily about the time yours truly was issuing a meaningless complaint from mine.  If I heard the phrase once, I heard it a thousand times.  I suppose you might get the idea I complained a lot, and you are dead right. I was good at saying stupid stuff.

When I was younger, really younger, I had the unfortunate misconception that I was the Center of the Universe.  Little shit bothered me a lot.  I found early on in my life it was easier to complain about stuff than it was to do something about stuff or to understand it.  My complaints, said within earshot of my mother, instantaneously got the retort from dear old mom, “The Lord works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.”  Yeah, yeah, yeah!  I think she did it to rattle me, and, quite frankly, she did.

It made me think, though not until many years later (like 50 or so), that my silly, inane complaints were truly meaningless, without substance.  The message she was conveying to me about my life’s journey in those words was simply this; “I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.” 

And that is all I have to say about that…