Another winter storm is blowing in. They are named now, this one is Yogi. That means we have had a heck of a lot of winter storms this year. I have tried to be grateful for the moisture, but at this point, would it hurt too much to rain instead of snow? How about a nice thunderstorm? A soaking rain. Flowers coming to life instead of freezing and dying. Oh well. It is what it is.
Yesterday’s tax disaster has me feeling somewhat less optimistic. Why do I have to pay over 10% of my measly income for stupid useless things the federal government comes up with? If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard someone say “we have these federal funds we have to spend down before the end of the fiscal year,” I might be able to pay the additional taxes I owe. I am not happy to contribute to that while there are mentally ill wandering on the city streets with no where to go, children who are being abused (sometimes to death) while work loads of those who could have possibly helped them are prohibiting them from doing their jobs, and endemic hunger – I witness every day on my way to work.
Yep, I am not quite so optimistic this morning. But I better get out and get amoungst ’em.
Why are you troubled, and why do questionings arise in your hearts? — Luke 24:38