I’m going to be writing on my blog more in the months to come. Why? I don’t watch or read the news anymore. I don’t like the way the media manipulates it. If you weren’t there, you can’t know the truth. When I was little, I thought the newscasters’ job was to give the unpartial (as far as possible) truth for our country but not anymore. The truth isn’t in them. I will have to dig the truth out, myself, but it is so difficult when there’s no one to trust.

I used to get the news on my Facebook feed, but have found out the same thing. Furthermore, I am sick and tired of the rudeness and the bickering I see. You know how people inside cars become more rude than they would out of their vehicle because the car gives them some anonymity? The same thing happens when they hide behind their computers: drive by attacks!

It’s going to be very difficult for me. After I was left a widow, ten years ago, I reached out to Facebook for a sense of community. I might have been alone in snowmageddon in Illinois from time to time, but I knew what people were making for dinner when they hunkered down! I saw photos they shared of the beautiful snowfall, and I was able to share my view as well. It was so comforting not to feel alone.

Now, going through a pandemic, I am alone again, and have reached out to my Facebook community, but I find it filled with anger, impatience, rudeness, and all of the things I distain. These are not my people. Sure, I can unfollow them, but their harshness and cutting words to their fellow human beings who disagree with them has become too much to me.

Next week, I will be taking my little Pomeranian, Bijoux, to get surgery on her shoulder. She will have to be kept in a crate for three months. Sounds kind of like what I just did for three months! I stayed in my cage! Well, mine has been extended. Once again, I am going to be alone…with my little dog.

I do NOT want to go back to Facebook, but it is very difficult for me. For ten years, it has guided me through loneliness. I have checked Facebook probably nine times today, quickly realizing what I’m doing and backing out!

This world is a mess. God knows it. He’s come to discipline his children. I’m gonna stay in with the blood of the lamb over my door, I guess. Did the Israelites go outside to observe when they heard all of the screams from the curse? They did not. Did Lott turn back and look at Sodom and Gomorrah when they were destroyed? He did not. He was instructed to look forward, not back. His wife didn’t obey and met with a salty demise.

I am just visiting here. I’m an alien. I want to look at this madness as curious, like Spock might. I know God is in control. He is not surprised. He is doing something, and my task is to wait, in faith, for him to straighten out his errant children. They’re gonna act out. Expect it. If he’s going to show them the error of their ways, he’s gonna catch them right in the midst of it. Expect it to get nasty. God’s going to clean and debride their hearts.

Don’t think he’s not gonna work on the rest of his children, the Prodigal Son’s older brother. We have been among the muck and have it clinging to us, too. It’s gonna hurt! He is going to stretch our faith further than ever before, but GREAT things come to our characters when it’s a stretch. We will not remain unchanged.

My plan? I will take a day at a time. I will stay in today and make it the best I know how. When I hit a snag, I will tell myself that God is taking me, not to it, but through it. We are just passing through, God and I. Look out the window if you must, but remember who is driving.

“It be okay.” I’ll be right here, learning how to put my thoughts somewhere beside Facebook. It’s a friendly and uplifting place, here. I like it a lot. I hope you will, too.