Friday, October 30, 2020

Storm Before the Calm


Thursday morning, October 29, 2020, my eyes flew open at 4:15 a.m. to what sounded like buckets of water being violently tossed against the window. 

Hurricane Zeta had arrived in Georgia. 

During the four plus hours of cringing at every roaring noise, at each blow that assaulted our house, we sat tense, lights flickering now and again, expecting we would lose internet as well as electricity. We gratefully acknowledged being able to have our hot coffee, knowing some would not have the luxury. 

Unlike thousands of others, we didn’t lose our connection to the rest of the world. Here it is Friday afternoon and there are still many who have not yet had their power restored. The ramifications will be ongoing.

Yesterday, when the worst had passed, I ventured out onto the property and was not shocked to see huge limbs, leaves and debris everywhere. One tree down, fortunately, not in a critical place. Our neighbor’s barn lost some tin roof. We had an old clock up on the wall on the upper deck that had blown off and left glass shards everywhere. All in all we were spared. We are grateful. 

We seem to have been conditioned in the last ten months to take catastrophe in stride.

Perhaps because, here in 2020, as we all have had to deal with what has been recognized as the most bizarre, challenging year in modern history, and as we head toward the presidential election, we are practiced at taking stock. We calmly assess the damage, we count our blessings, even as we brace for the great unknown as this year leaves behind many things that will need repair. 

This morning, as I pondered all that has happened this year, now punctuated with a huge storm, like a swift kick to one who is already down, I had a sobering thought. If Trump wins, everyone wins. We get a shot at trying to keep our nation free for at least 4 more years. Even those who are determined to destroy it with their woke self-righteous agendas will be able to do and say as they please, freely. If Biden wins, only those who are determined to dismantle this country will win. And even they will lose eventually because that is the history of socialism. It never works. Only the few in power get to benefit. 

I have read comments elsewhere from those who feel that 'church' should not get involved in politics and I don't disagree. But this time, the issue is not about politics. It's about standing up to the dark principalities that are seeking to destroy us. If we do not recognize that satan is using politics to finally overpower everything that a free, moral, God-fearing nation stands for, then we don't understand what is actually happening. God have mercy.

For Him,


I close with a link to a sermon/speech that anyone who is not afraid to know the truth will be willing to spend 32 minutes watching. 


  1. So glad you are ok - must have been unnerving to experience that storm. Thanks for sharing the video. How many times will people continue to drink that cocktail he described?

  2. Forgot to mention the artwork - how beautiful!

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    1. My post to you needed to be edited.
      I am wishing you and the family peace as we go thru this nail biting and uncertain day not knowing until tomorrow whether we still have our country or whether we are forever lost. Today I am reading " My Utmost for His Highest" that you gave me 24 years ago. Its giving me some measure of comfort & I thank you for that. Thinking of all of you... God be with us.

    2. We are going to gather this evening to celebrate (Rachel's youngest) Judd's 13 year birthday, trying to pretend the world is not falling apart. Just praying without ceasing. Oswald is a good one. Also I've found much inspiration in T Austin-Sparks. Be safe!

  4. meems.....always enjoy your insightful takes....thought you'd enjoy this little diddy......

    Cute little take on a xmas classic.........

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
    Not a creature was stirring, because they had all been locked down;
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
    But St. Nicholas was in quarantine, so he would never be there;
    The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
    But they couldn’t get nightmares of vaccines out of their heads;
    And mamma behind her plexiglass, and I in my N95 mask,
    Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
    Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
    When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
    But a very long bus and eight tiny socialists with lots of campaign gear,
    The tired old man in charge wasn’t very quick,
    So I knew in a moment that he wasn’t St. Nick.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
    “Now, Pelosi! now, Schumer! now Kamala the Vixen!
    On, Buttigieg! on, Klobuchar! on, Maddow and Wolf Blitzer!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    We aren’t going to stop until we’ve ruined life for them all!”
    Up to the house they came as they made quite a racket,
    And I could see that the tired old man had “Thank You Dominion Voting Systems” emblazoned on his jacket.
    As he reached for the doorbell the tired old man hesitated and then began to sag,
    He muttered “we don’t really need these voters now that the election is in the bag”.
    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of sixteen little hooves.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney Donald Trump came with a bound.
    He was dressed like a boss, from his head to his foot,
    And his bright red tie perfectly matched his expensive suit;
    A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
    His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His phone suddenly rang, and he answered it right away
    It was Ivanka and Jared – they had something to say.
    He listened very closely for quite a long while,
    And then he responded with his signature broad smile.
    “I know it looks bad and my supporters are starting to mourn,
    But when Sidney Powell releases the Kraken, the other side will wish they had never been born.”
    He hung up the phone and pulled up his belt buckle,
    Thoughts of how he would torture Democrats during a second term caused him to chuckle.
    He had a broad face and a little round belly
    That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
    And laying his finger aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
    As he drove out of sight, I heard him exclaim
    “Happy holidays to all, and let’s make America great again!”
    (Authored by Michael Snyder. The original poem that this was based upon is entitled “A Visit from St. Nicholas” and was authored by Clement Clarke Moore.)

  5. Ha! :-) Wish we could make America great again. I keep thinking that I miss 'normal' but then I think deeper and realize it was living 'normal' and blind that got us into this mess.

    1. Woke up this morning with this thought that I feel is in harmony with your comment. If the revivals of the past actually worked - and took root in the hearts of people - we would not be where we are today.

    2. You know, I keep thinking that as many centuries covered in the old testament, the day did finally come when all the prophecies finally came true. When I was just a child, a new follower, I would read the Bible from Genesis to Revelation and then start over again. This would take over a year and as I read I slowly grew up both in body and spirit. One thing I kept wondering at was all the times Israel was saved and then, over time, slowly reverted back to the ways that got them in trouble. The thing we don’t factor in is that reading in a matter of minutes you can span decades if not centuries which ignores the way humans, historically speaking, forget their past. When we do not teach our children in the way they should go, one day, they, who do not know, are in charge.