When Pigs Fly

Do you ever feel like you are living in Bizarro World? The things going on around us these days make me think I've surely relocated without my knowledge. Let's recap, shall we...

The Presidential election is so odd and disheartening that I hardly believe it. Let's review the candidates...on the Republican side we have McCain, Senator and POW, Romney, former Massachusetts governor and Mormon, and Mike Huckabee, former Arkansas governor and Southern Baptist minister. Sadly, as a conservative, none of those guys are a powerful force to bring to the November election. I heart Huckabee, but God will have to certainly intervene to get him to the dance. Romney is probably my second choice, but he reminds me of a Game Show Host. And, the front runner, McCain is somewhat underwhelming to me as the leader of the free world. Moving to the left side we have the wife of a former President who had challenges with defining "is" and another candidate that when you say his name it sounds like you're coughing up a hair ball. Somehow the lesser of two evils seems to ring true here.

Then we have the never-ending writer's strike. There is talk that it may be coming to an end soon, but, too late, we're all numbing from the B level shows the networks are pulling off the shelf to have something new to run, not to mention the onslaught of more reality television. Don't get me wrong, I watch a lot of reality television....but "My Dad is Better Than Your Dad"...hmm, I'll pass. All the shows I love that have been on hiatus since long before I went Christmas shopping have become a faint memory and I feel the need to watch those all in reruns just to get back up to speed. I've lowered myself to watching Dance Wars with Bruno and Carrie Ann. Well, it's either that or non-stop election primary coverage (see above).

The real kicker is the weather. In my neck of the woods, we've had three tornado warnings between January 1 and today. And, this week brought the sad news of three lives lost in Western Kentucky along with the other devastation suffered across the South. Wow, it's winter time and we're experiencing tornados...I hope the snow doesn't Fall on Memorial Day. Bizarro.

The other night around midnight when we were dealing with tornado warning #3, I hit my panic attack. Normally storms don't bother me too much, but having so much damage and devastation so close to me from the last storm, I had become all too familiar with what could happen. As I lay in bed contemplating jumping into the bathtub for safety, I just kept reciting the Bible verse my Mom taught me as a child whenever I was afraid...and that happened a lot. It was probably the first verse I ever committed to memory and it sticks even today....

"What time I am afraid, I will trust in the Lord." - Psalm 56:3

So simple, yet so profound. Even when my lips couldn't form a prayer, I could recite that verse from God's Word and know what I needed to do. The future is unknown, and sometimes very scary, but knowing in Whom to trust when I'm afraid makes walking through the storms a whole lot easier.

...is that a pig I see flying by?....