24 Hours

24 hours. The amount of time in a single day. 

So much can happen in that time. Things that make you wonder, fear, laugh, cry, and shed layers of yourself while you take everything in.

The bombing at the Boston Marathon just made yesterday difficult for the United States. Many people felt the same reaction as when 9/11 and the OKC bombings occurred. It seems that an accurate account of who was hurt, lost their life, or were affected will not be known for some time. 

Central Oklahoma--Earthquakes? Today we felt them shaking the house. The lights are still flickering off and on intermittently. I recall last year we had several days that earthquakes shook our home as well. I thought Oklahoma was tornado alley? Guess we now should watch not only for the sky to pick us up and take us away but for the earth to falter underneath our feet.

Abortion measures were approved by the Oklahoma Senate today bringing what I can only believe will be a measure of conversation about Constitutional Rights.

I remember being a young girl, growing up in Muskogee, Oklahoma. The worst thing we worried about was our brothers and fathers being in Operation Desert Storm. At the time it seemed like a horrible thing to have to worry about. I don't know if it is because of my current age or the state of the World that I wonder back in my mind to the time when things were a lot less horrible.

The town of Muskogee if now riddled with crime. Drugs, hatred, anger, and a poor economy has taken over. People hate people they have never even met. 

As I sat on my little farm today and thought back about the last 24 hours I realized that I am still, somewhat, far removed from the insanity that we currently call reality. That doesn't make my heart hurt any less for the victims of tragedies nor does it mean I just don't realize what is going on. I just don't have the normal day-to-day issues that a lot of people have. For that I will be forever grateful. 

My kids can walk barefoot, their biggest worry is stick-tights not about a dirty drug needle thrown on the ground. My kids eat "beans and taters" and don't realize we may be tight on money. My kids can help a mama goat birth a kid goat, take care of baby ducks, gather eggs, take the trash out after dark, and walk around the "block", without fear of being shot.

For all of these things I feel unbelievably blessed and pray that being far removed never feels like a burden but always like a gift from God.

I pray you each have a blessed night!