Recent Posting – Or Lack Of…

Posting has been light recently. I’ve been fairly ill and very overwhelmed with work for the most part, except for a day of enforced hooky while the power company worked in the area, which was wonderful. I’m still waiting for MRI results to see if there’s anything in my head. (Doubtful, in every sense of the word. ) And still getting these odd headaches, and more frequently, which is worrisome.

More than anything I’ve been discouraged with the conditions of the world and of the country. Iran, North Korea, the upcoming elections, the partisan brinksmanship… oh, sure, I’m partisan too, but to see it escalated to the levels it has reached, by people who matter, is discouraging. After all, I’m nobody special and who cares what I think? But to see elected leaders – on BOTH sides of the aisle – doing such harmful things to the country and pretending the ends justify the means is very discouraging. Well, soon I’ll have a rather positive contribution to make in that regard. Admittedly a small contribution, but who knows? Maybe it will snowball into something substantial. I’ll explain before Tuesday, when this new thing will start.

More than anything I wish we could ramp up this war and find in ourselves the will to win it, so that my daughter will not have to deal with this when she’s an adult. It can be done. We can still win, but the costs will be high – and still higher the longer we wait to really engage – and I wonder if my generation will rise up and live up to the example set by the “greatest generation.”

In the end, the honest government and the justice I long for so much will never be found until the return of the King. And I’m not talking about Viggo Mortensen. I’m trying to focus on that.

And sometimes a little encouragement comes from an unexpected source. My 2,996 tribute was actually read by the wife of the man I wrote about – something I’ve been both hoping for and dreading since I signed up to do it. I was so fearful of offending or of causing pain where so much has been suffered already… fearful that my writing skills weren’t equal to the task when it meant so very much to me to do a good job… hoping that it would truly honor someone that I came to admire a great deal during my research. And it turned out to be okay after all.

Even more than that, it’s yet another reminder that every new day is a gift.