Seems like I’m not very good at keeping up with the party on the Twitters these days. I miss something special when I’m not able to participate. And it is special. Who but God would use social media to draw His daughters (and a few sons!) from all over the place into one unique writing community? We have many differences. We don’t always agree. Yet we cheer each other on.
Kate and my buddies.
We write about: favorite.
I am often shocked at the insanity that crosses my path. I shouldn’t be. People are crazy, whether in an official, clinical sense or not. The world makes less and less sense as the days go by. No logical standards seem to apply. Do what you want. Chase your feelings.
Pseudo-intellectual elitism. Arrogance run amok.
People like me are accused of being close-minded. Accused of “being afraid” of “searching.” Afraid of “wrestling” through the “deeper” questions.
It couldn’t possibly be that people like me think that some of the answers presented are wrong. Or just stupid.
The world seems to tilt further on its axis. The spin increases. My head whirls. And so I try to focus on this:
No matter what anyone says or does, God will never be knocked off of His throne.
That is my favorite truth.