My mom believes God spoke to her via her microwave.
This was awhile back. My cousin and his wife had put their house on the market and my mom, unbeknownst to her children, had been thinking about moving (i.e. selling our Home, the one we grew up in, the place invested with all the memories, you know, that place). So Mom shows up at my cousin's house and when she discovers that her microwave will fit in their specially built microwave cabinet, she discerns a divine sign: This is the house God wants her to buy. And she does. And she's happy.
Does God speak through ordinary events, if not ordinary household appliances? Two days ago I received an email informing me that the publishing firm with which I've signed two book contracts has now cancelled its entire history list. Is this a sign? Is God talking? Is He/She/They saying (cue James Earl Jones voice, except maybe with some strong feminine/feminist undertones), "Oh, Facing-50, 'tis time to rethink your career?"
Or maybe 'tis time for a new microwave.
The thoughts and adventures of a woman confronting her second half-century.
About Me
- Facing 50
- Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.
No comments:
Post a Comment