Saturday, July 14, 2007

OW

Some years ago, maybe twenty plus, my duaghter-in-law, Maureen, introduced me to the term "oh, well." I didn't like it then, I don't like it now. What it says about an issue is that it is out of my hands. There is NOTHING that I can do about it.

My sister, Jacquie, has initialized this phrase to "OW." Our e-mails to one another about friends, family, and social encounters are splattered with OWs. Somehow, that translates to me as the ow of ouch. Which pretty much says how I feel about it.


Our priest has introduced me to yet another term: "it is what it is." I don't like this either. Both of these terms call upon me to accept what is outside of my comfort field as something over which I have NO control -- and further that I need to accept that.


I think we all, yes, me too, want to have some control over what is happening in our own realm of creation. BUT, there are some things that just ARE. Like it or not, there it IS, or there they ARE. Much as I might want to offer a remedy, however much I want to make things better or 'right' it is just beyond my control.

Acceptance of the obviously uncontrollable is probably God's greatest challenge for me. I want things to be "right." But I also want them to be MY "right." Soooo, I am disappointed a lot and I am hurt a lot AND I am constantly humbled.