Rain on my parade

Me: "I really hope this Nestle job works out." (I've decided the promising-looking job opp is probably with Nestle in Kansas City, but still don't have confirmation.)
Mom: "Well, all you've got to do is pray. And claim it. Do you know what "claim it" means? Picture yourself there and it will come to be. Do you even pray?"
Me: "Not really. But I can do some wishful thinking and positive imagery."
Mom: *shakes head* "I don't know how you can mumblemumble without prayer."

I then huffed, rolled my eyes, and walked out of the room. She didn't mean much by it, judging by the inconsequentially flippant comment she made next, but it really bothered me for some reason. We went from trying to have a positive attitude to her disdain of my ways which she cannot understand. She always tells me, "sometimes it's not what you say, it's how you say it" and I guess this is a perfect example. It's not an emotional catastrophe. It's not like she's unsupportive. But it sure did ruin the moment. There's a time and a place for comments like that. I don't know what that time or place would be because it's not like I want to hear it.

I'll just be grateful that she's not one of those religions that sends people to knock on your door on Saturday morning.