Rita's Reflections: Nothing weird about being lucky or blessed

One of the grandchildren came home from school down in the dumps after being called weird. I knew I didn’t offer much comfort with my response, “So?”

Being called weird is not an insult. As an adjective, weird means supernatural or uncanny. Believing in the supernatural simply means there is a manifestation attributed to some force beyond scientific understanding. I believe in life after death and believing in the supernatural goes hand in hand with believing in God. Weird or not, nothing else makes sense.

“The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” — Job 33:4.

According to P.M.H. Atwater, author of “We Live Forever,” “Putting spiritual values first in life enables the soul to ‘over light’ the ego. We become who we really are when that happens.”

Too many people boast of having faith while living with a spiritually bankrupt soul. For me, faith and spirituality go hand in hand like peas in a pod. I do not believe one can thrive without the other.

Used as a noun, weird means a person’s destiny. Tada! Embracing my inner weirdness is ushering me into my destiny. So far, so good.

Used as a verb, weird means to induce a sense of disbelief or alienation. Neither of those seem like correct descriptions of a harmless weirdo like me, but I have induced a sense of disbelief in some, and I have caused alienation in others. I can’t change what was. And what will be, will be. Que será será.

Know what I think is weird? Why some people insist the word lucky should never be used in place of blessed. That is ridiculous. There are times when the word lucky doesn’t fit where the word blessed does and vice versa. And sometimes blessed and lucky go together like peanut butter and jelly. Or like Larry and me — sweet and nutty.

I was chastised for using the word lucky instead of blessed by a woman who could not say underwear in church without turning crimson red. If she was that uncomfortable speaking about undergarments, I am willing to bet no one was getting lucky or blessed in her household.

While talking with a fellow music lover, I said I prefer the fab four’s individual work over the Beatles' as a whole. When I went on to say I prefer listening to The Dave Clark Five over the Beatles, a band with a similar style, one would have thought I was responsible for John Lennon’s murder.

Before I could blink, I was hit with the oldie but ignorant saying, “Opinions are like buttholes, everybody has one.”

Luckily the schmuck didn’t say more, and the Lord blessed me with enough patience to not start talking in sarcastic tongues while pointing to the irony of his statement.

Dr. Morgan Crowley ordered cervical de-compression treatments after I smacked my head on a branch mowing grass. As Larry was dropping me off for my first appointment, he said, “Good luck.” I looked at him and said, “I don’t need luck, I have Dr. Morgan and her wonderful staff. That makes me blessed.”

I happened upon this Irish blessing. I hope it brings you much luck and great blessings today and everyday.

May the sun always shine on your windowpane.

May a rainbow be certain to follow the rain.

May the hand of a friend always be near you.

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Rita Wyatt Zorn is a wife, mother, grandmother and lifetime Monroe County resident. She can be reached at [email protected].

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