The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; the God of glory thunders. The voice of the Lord is powerful, the voice of the Lord is majestic.
Wordies what we like to count. That, of course, reminds me of my mother, whose aphorisms I occasionally actually remember. For instance, the other day I was miffed and wanted to say something mean. Then, out of the mists of my anger, came my mother’s annoyingly calm voice:
If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
So amazingly enough I didn’t, and things worked out alright. Then there’s always the classic one I hear when Ian and I fight:
Harsh words stir up anger, but gentle words turn away wrath.
That’s from Proverbs, but Mom adopted it as her slogan while we were kids. She repeated it so often, I think it must’ve been for her benefit as much as for ours. Then there is the classic Mom comment that always comes back to me when I’m zooming through a halfhearted job just to finish an assignment:
Haste makes waste.
This also applies to an amazing variety of situations, including cleaning the apartment, relationships, and cooking a white sauce. Then there’s every time we sing
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
The righteous run in to it and they are saved
I can’t help but think of Mom and me exchanging glances and chuckles in church because we both thought of run into it rather than the actual lyrics. And I won’t even get into the vast number of science facts I know just from her songs.
The real point here is that I really like my Mom. We’re two peas in a pod sometimes; clearly I received more than my fair share of Mom-genes. It’s great having a mom I can just call up and talk with, understand, sympathize with, complain to, laugh with, cry with, just generally enjoy spending time with. It’s never a hardship to hang out with Mom anymore – in fact, one my biggest sorrows about living on the East Coast is my reduced Mom-time. I’d be happy to be a mom as loving, supportive, effective (in a wide variety of things including, but not limited to: cleaning off an electric burner, making us do chores, disciplining us, and teaching us to drive a stick shift), and all-around awesome as my Mom is. I really don’t appreciate her enough, so I wanted to take this blog to say:
Mom, you’re great. I love you.
– KF –