That’s what I heard the lady say as she cut my hair this morning.
She had a heavy southern accent and kept talking about her family in Pikeville Kentucky. Her mom and dad had been fighting and were considering divorce, her aunt had been diagnosed with cancer, her youngest cousin who was 4 months along in her pregnancy had just found out a couple of days ago that her unborn child had died.
Now, that is a lot to have going on in anyone’s life, and what a relief it would have been to hear this lady say that she was at peace with all of these things because “It’s in the good Lord’s hands.” But that was not the case. She said that she didn’t know how much more she could take and that she just wanted to hide from the whole world. It was obvious that she was not at peace with the situations and that she was trying to process it all by herself.
It wasn’t until the topic of the election came up that she exclaimed with disgust in the whole thing that “It’s in the good Lord’s hands.”
That struck me very odd.