Everywhere on every station is talk of ISIS. Does it make you nervous or do you ignore it? Even on my Facebook we can change our profile photos to show support in bringing peace.
It isn’t even just this issue. It is equal rights. It Is nutrition in schools , children graduating without proper education skills . Presidential debates and trying to make the best decision on information given to us.
Technology trying to beat itself each year by coming out with new gadgets . Division of religious groups, which one is actually correct. There is pushing children in education to the point there is not that much socialization skills learned, it is more about prepping the young minds to think college .
It is the television ads promoting their products ; trying to make us believe we couldn’t possibly be happy in our personal lives unless we make a purchase .
What has happened to our world? How much more material items can we squeeze into our households until we have pushed out the family unit and replaced this with things we can’t possibly treasure for a very long period .
How much turmoil , fighting, weepimg, begging, wanting, can our country take before the good Lord shakes his head and throws his arms up in the air, and decides he has had enough .
In my age group I am sure there are others who sit back and sigh as we look back at what we thought were major issues. In my house, we said a dinner prayer. We asked to be excused after eating.
Our homework was to be done before playing. We were in bed by nine each school night. We helped clear our plates. We were responsible for our bedrooms. We had chores and didn’t expect a reward . Dad said, “we lived there.”
There wasn’t a list a mile long of expensive Christmas wish lists. We respected our authorities . We went to school and if we tried to stay home, we better have a high temperature or throwing up. There weren’t thoughts about not graduating in my home.
Now, I sit here and listen and look around and I ask myself how much more. How much more will God tolerate before the roof caves in.
Every intolerant thing that happens, I have no choice but to turn to God and ask him, “help me Lord. Help me to be ready for your arrival.”
Who I am 