Who is in Charge?

I have decided I am sick to death of reacting to everything I see on my laptop. Since I got rid of my TV after Cecil died I have the radio and the Internet from which to get my news. The final straw was yesterday, the Ides of March, when I clicked on this which was on Drudge. When I saw Gingrich's tweet with the word "dictatorship" in it I went into panic mode as usual. Okay, the article is about the U.S. relinquishing remaining control over the internet. How much did I know about it in the first place? Very little. How enlightened am I now that I've read the article? Um . . . . . not very. But Newt's tweet said this: “What is the global internet community that Obama wants to turn the internet over to? This risks foreign dictatorships defining the internet.” So I emailed the link to my best friend Eileen, whose son Nelson has a great mind, and is my go-to guy for issues such as this. She texted Nelson and told him to go into her email and find the link. Bless her heart, she doesn't email.

Anyway, this morning Nelson emailed me and said he thought it was good as opposed to bad. I am slightly reassured. But I'm still upset with husband Cecil for dying the way he did 3 1/2 years ago. It would be so easy to call into the next room "Honey, look at the article on Drudge about the U.S. relinquishing yada yada yada." He would click on the link, read it in about seven seconds and tell me what it really says. But I am so thankful to have Nelson to ask about these worrisome things. He's so patient.

Then a little voice inside my head asked, "Who is really in charge?" It's supposed to be a no-brainer. But we mortals have short memories. So I googled "God is in control" and got about 270,000,000 results. I brought up a page that lists 37 Bible references. I'm going to go through them and you can, also. Here's the link. It's a King James website but you can use your own translation. I use ESV because it's more accurate and I like the ease of reading, even though my church is King James only.

Which brings me to my next worrisome thing, and that is: IS THIS WINTER EVER GOING TO END?

Jan

The Winter Doldrums

Let's face it, it's been a bear of a winter. Housebound, although one of my favorite sports, is nevertheless a matter over which I would like to retain some control. But freezing rain, wind chill factors of minus anything, snow too high to allow me to open my door to go outside, and day after day where the temperature refuses to go above 32° get a little old. Couple that with a vehicle that refuses to start and the mechanic doesn't know why, and house bound is on the agenda. Yeah, I could sort old photos which date back to 1983, and get rid of some of the Colorado mountains and canyons, or the five thousand pictures of Alaska, or some of the board by board progress on the west deck and office/dressing room that Cecil designed and built I don't know how long ago. I could stack up all the furniture and call the carpet cleaner. I could get busy on the sequel to the book I published last year.

New Year, New Beginnings

Just realized I've not visited this blog since October. I guess I should either keep it going or delete it. And since it doesn't get read by anyone but me I can use it as a journal and say anything I want. I'd like to say I'll keep it up by writing a new entry every day in 2014. But I know myself well enough that it's not going to happen. So I'll go for maybe one or two a week. That's 104 in a year and that's a lot—for me. Cecil did one every day on Zion Beckons, right up until the end. He even apologized to his readers for having to take a day off for an angiogram, which never happened because his heart gave out the day before his appointment. I try not to think about the what-ifs. What if I'd made him go to the ER on Saturday even though it was a weekend? What if his doctor had sent him to the hospital on Monday even though the St. John's cardiac doctor said it wasn't necessary? What if St. John's had made the appointment for Wednesday instead of Thursday? Enough.

So here we are in 2014. The Washington DC criminal establishment is going to hell in a handbasket and taking the rest of the country along with it. That hasn't changed. Obama is still a narcissistic scumbag and we've got two more years of him. Harry Reid is still rearing his ugly head and the Republicans are still selling their souls to the liberal left. However, God is still in control and we know He wins.

My book is still languishing on Amazon which is no big surprise, since I've done almost no marketing.I should send postcards to the Southern Baptist churches I've printed off. Nothing happened with the Independent Fundamentals. We're a rather insular bunch and hate to add anything new to our agenda. Mark's Remarkable Summer probably doesn't measure up on some level.

Our pastor's wife, Ericka, inspired me on Christmas night. She played a beautiful rendition of What Child is This ? on the piano. I didn't even know she played. So I've downloaded a couple of songs and have started practicing on my ancient piano. I may not be able to play in church but that's what I'm aiming for. Maybe next month, considering lack of exposure and my arthritic hands. Oh well, it's good exercise for my fingers.

Happy New Year.

J