I rarely talk about things like religion on my blog. There’s a reason. I consider myself to be a very spiritual person with a very complicated religious upbringing. No, there were no rattlesnakes involved but it might have come close. I respect everyone’s right to agree and disagree and find meaning in life. In short, I don’t judge.
Call me naive, but I want people to be the same. And I want them to take social cues more seriously when talking about sensitive subjects like religion. Pardon me in advance, if I offend anyone. This has nothing to do with beliefs. This has to do with approach and something that weighed heavily on my mind all day. And thanks for letting me share.
Here we go. Yesterday was a rough day for me. Why? Because everybody and everything seemed to piss me off. I hate it when I’m like that. Im practicing being more of a go-wth-the-flow kind of girl and I’ve come a long way since my youth.
I’ll admit that I was extremely tired yesterday. Like over the top tired. Like super sleep-deprived tired. That makes me, well, less than pleasant to be around. I’m not particularly patient. And when I’m working outside trimming the bushes to get the house ready to sell, and it’s hot (yes, it was hot here yesterday), and I have a 4 year old that syas every 2.5 seconds “hey Mommy, Hey Mommy, Hey Mommy,” my patience starts to wear thin. I’m not in a great mood.
Thank God I wasn’t hungry too or else I might have committed bloody murder.
So what happened was a neighbor walked by with her dog and my dog went over to say hello which led to a “conversation.” She started talking about us moving (I guess she had already pestered my husband for information) and about our next door neighbor who has his house for sale.
I mentioned how he lost his wife almost 2 years ago and it was a big house for just him. It was probably a good idea for him to move his life forward. I knew that to be true because I had talked to him about it.
She acted SHOCKED that his spouse had died and brought up our recent neighbor who also died. It was obvious that she knew them only well enough to say hello when passing. I mentioned that I knew and that I had attended the memorial service. It should be an indication that I was friends with them.
And then she went on to pester me about if they belonged to a church and do I know if he was saved and did they accept Christ as their savior. I understand her convictions about her beliefs. I understand her longing to share those beliefs with others. But there is a time and a place. And this wasn’t the time nor the place.
I don’t like to be rude so I skirted around the issues. And to be frank, if he’s dead, it doesn’t really matter, now does it?