It’s what to say when you don’t know what to say. John and I were talking a few nights ago, about how, really, we have not much to say that is of any worth or even any interest, here on this blog. Okay, I won’t speak for him, but I certainly feel that way. I am not so eloquent. I did want to post something else so my last post wouldn’t be at the top. Geez. When I think about it, ‘geez’ isn’t such a good word to say, because I think it’s a slang form of our Lord’s name. How did I never notice that before?
My daughter’s very first favorite movie was “Mary Poppins.” It’s the only one we let her watch until she was about 4 and a half, and she could sing all the songs. We branched out to “The Sound of Music” which they call the “Mary Poppins gets married movie.”
It happens to me a lot, that not knowing what to say. When I hear or read about bad things in the world, in my family, in my town; when I hear about good things, too.
My dear, dear grandfather used to have this conversation with me every time we talked: “What do you know, Miss Amy?” And always I would reply, “Not much.” He waited for me to say it, and it made him laugh every single time. This was especially humorous to him when I was in college studying philosophy. I would take it all back, all those years (except the meeting John part) of studying ideas, thinking that somehow I would learn the truth about life. But would I? Didn’t everything that went before prepare me for where I am now?
Except now, I know something better. I still don’t know much, but I know what to say when I don’t know what to say, and it’s definitely not Supercalifracilisticexpialidocious. In the end, it’s the only thing I can say, and I want to say it in the very depths of my being, forever.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.