Mixed blessing

The weather is lovely--warm and breezy and sunny. The earth is coming alive again, but it's only mostly good. Pollen counts are coming up. Facing allergy season without coffee suddenly seems very daunting indeed. Still, it's been 34 days, there is no good time to quit, and I still have tea. If I'm lucky I'll forget all about coffee. It could happen; days like this I have a hard time remembering my name!

Enough whining; I'm off to expose my pasty whiteness to the sun and get my garden started.

Lack of moral outrage

I know, I know. All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.* I have to be honest, though. I know I should have a belly full of fire over the current political climate. I should care enough to be angry at the direction the country is heading. It's not that I don't care; it's that I'm one person, and I can't stem the tide. Even if I could bring myself to work up an interest in politics I wouldn't be able to do it on my own. I'm becoming cynical and nothing going on in D.C. surprises me. I rationalize that it won't do any good for me to get worked up about it because God is on His throne, and He's going to make things work out right, and that in the end He will be glorified. Our suffering here is temporary. If nothing else, it helps me sleep at night.

I can hardly bring myself to watch or read national news these days. Local politics are enough to bear. This nation has corrupt officials at every single level, from the White House to the school board. How does one person stand up to that? Seriously, y'all, I'm open to suggestions because at this point I'm going into survival mode. I'm working out worst case scenarios and figuring out how to get my family through them, but I fear that even my active imagination won't be enough to prepare adequately.


*Edmund Burke (1729 - 1797)