Let it Be.

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, …..

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, …..

In their youth, Momma was a “good Catholic”, while Daddy was a “bad boy troublemaker”. The perfect match (they have been married for over 35 years now). Lately, I have been revisiting both sides of my upbringing … the French/Catholic heritage passed on to me by my Mom … and the European/Agnostic heritage passed on by my Dad. Mom raised me on Elvis gospel hymns while Daddy raised me on the Beatles’ White Album. Mom told me that Catholic faith was the only true way to God. Dad told me she was dead wrong. Mom laid down the rules on how to stay out of trouble. Dad showed me how to break them. Mom wanted to keep up with the Joneses. Dad thought the Joneses needed therapy.
Let It Be” was my favorite song growing up. “Hey Jude” was my second … and the rest of my faves were all Elvis … for sure. But I think “Let It Be” is more than just a favorite song. I think it is more of my life’s creed … a sort of combination of my parents teachings.

Lately I have been attending Catholic Church in order to get back in touch with that side of myself. It has been a good experience … and I think it has helped me to heal some of my Catholic school wounds. But, true to the nature of my ying/yang family … I am still a member of the Unitarian Universalist church as well. (You know … those heritics who believe you can choose your own path to God). Ahhhh…. tis funny when I think about it. We really can’t shake our parents out of us, can we?

Let it be …
Jodi Renshaw

About Jodi Renshaw

Jodi is a homeschooling Mom, a photographer, a wife, and a proud resident of the city of Bangor. She spends part of her time working at a locally-owned shop in the downtown area, part of her time homeschooling her favorite young man, and most of her time behind a camera lens. She often writes about adoption, family life, homeschooling, and community.