Writers In The Storm

for . . .

Rain - we needed it

The temperate weather - we’re enjoying it

Bird songs

Goofy friends

Fuzzy animals

A baby’s laugh

New buds on the trees

People who forgive me

I find it interesting that at the opposite ends of the political spectrum, no one is happy.  In fact, there aren’t any cheery spots at any point along the continuum.  The vitriol slung across party and policy lines seems to be unprecedented.  But we humans haven’t learned any new tricks over the years, in spite of the hype.

The din of discontent rises to a crescendo in a major election year.  Our financial problems, a war, and growing international influences have only stoked the orchestra this time ‘round.  The fact is, politics looks around for a solution, never in.

It’s people oriented.  Not spirit. We look to others to blame it on, or to fix it.  Finger pointing has been raised to a national art form.  Satan is alive, well, and he stirs the cauldron.

We can’t make any change of value without the blessing of our Lord.  Mind you, the book of Revelation tells me that, ultimately, this ship will turn onto final approach, and then it lands, forever.  In the mean time, we need to do what we can, where we can, in obedience. 

Repentance is always a good start. Otherwise, we’re just flailing around for our own benefit.  Running, just to run, ranting, just to rant.  After that, we pray, that God will work through our leaders to His glory, work through our loved ones for their edification, and work through us to rest in His good pleasure.

His good pleasure.  Now there’s a place I can be happy.