When Times Are Bleak
Brett Kavanaugh’s seating on the Supreme Court marks a high political victory for moderates and conservatives. It marks, for now, the end of the activist court, a rebalancing of our government – a significant step in stemming the headlong tumble into unrealistic fever dreams of the Left.
And yet this last week has not been one for celebration, it has been one of analysis about how ugly the battle got and for trepidation about what is to come. There seems to be no healing of the wounds of war. Instead there is a hardening of the lines and preparation for the next fight. This last week has been a time of grasping tightly to our souls lest we lose them in the battles yet to be fought.
Darkening my personal mood even further has been significant bouts of a very ugly flu experienced by my wife and I. While so suffering, my mother passed away, a close cousin has been diagnosed and treated for cancer, a friend has fallen and broken both a hip and a shoulder, and a close friend of decades has been in hospital for a month undergoing treatment for newly diagnosed leukemia.
And then Hurricane Michael.
Indeed it has been a bleak time. But into this time came yesterday…











