Yesterday was my 45th birthday on planet Earth. There wasn’t much celebration at all I admit. Everyone that is most important to me in my life reached out and sent a note or remark to let me know they love me. I felt it and received it all.
I was reminded by a friend last week in the midst of panic from inside me to remain in a state of joy and gratitude. Our love of The Lord is the same and he knew I needed to be strengthened. I continue to go back to that in which he was referring to from Scripture.
“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
That’s not easy to do. It’s not easy to do and I am really lousy at it most days of the week. But I am trying.
It’s hard because after 45 years of being here on planet Earth I spent my birthday among other things literally executing and deploying plans to get my family through what seems to be a very troubled, dark time ahead. I fear that a depression could be coming. The storm is worsening. I lived through 9-11 and this is far beyond the most pressing moments of those events.
Old Man Winter swears to return in about 7 months. Winter here in FEMA Region II what was formerly known as New York State under the conditions I foresee will be tough. I must protect the children. I have 4 children I will protect. I have emergency response skills. I am a trained emergency medical technician. I am a trained first responder. I have experience. My skills are rusty and no longer in practice but the catastrophic events of the future might cause a call for people like myself to help for our nations sake.
The stores are emptying just about everywhere. The economy is crumbling like the World Trade Centers did. New York City is a ghost town and once again ground zero this time of a pandemic which is killing one person an hour according to reports. The US Navy has a hospital ship docked off its coast. Los Angeles has surrendered itself at the moment to the Chinese borne virus that causes a disease called COVID-19.
Restrictions and quarantines, martial law and the buckling of systems and resources are being talked about, witnessed and implemented here and seemingly across the civilized world.
All around the globe is chaos. We are under attack.
We raise chickens on the farm here. I have decided amongst other things to triple the size of the flock to increase and expand my production of eggs and birds. I have to consider what my family would consume as well as what my neighbors would, too.
Nobody gets through what is up ahead without each other.
Sounds like a prelude to an announcment of some sort I would have made about something released through Hydraulic Entertainment but it’s not. It’s real life and all those things are true.
Everything has changed these past two weeks. Life as we know it has turned upside down. I was on the road for one week. One week and it felt like the longest week of my life. The cascading events of catastrophe were one after another and marvelous in there roll out and sequence.
I hope that by writing and continuing to produce content at least I can provide an outlet for you and I to get away to together. Arturo and Loki are hammering away behind the scenes and gearing up for what we plan to be a very exciting season in life for all of us at least.
So here’s to 45 years on Earth! I am watching the sunrise on this beautiful Sunday morning here on the farm laying next to my son. My Lindsay Joy and the other children are peacefully sleeping. I can hear the creek outside and some bird making a call I am unfamiliar with. At least I think it’s a bird. One more big snow is coming tomorrow. I must continue to prepare.
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.“
Philippians 4:6-7
