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When I was a kid, it was always fun to hear a story right before going to bed.  I think some of them were meant to scare us to pieces, while others had some kind of moral.  We heard from Mother Goose, the Brothers Grimm (the scary guys,) the Happily Ever Afters and others based on folk tales.  One of them, “The Sky is Falling” was about a hen named, Chicken Little  The story doesn’t have much of a plot, but it shows how things get out of hand when we panic or exaggerate things.  In other words – mass hysteria.

A branch falls on Chicken Little’s tail and she believes the sky is falling and she feels compelled to tell the others about it so they can save themselves.  The Villain, Foxy Loxy, eventually takes advantage of the situation and  invites her into his house for dinner.  Little does she know, she is  dinner.  Moral of the story – Don’t believe everything you hear, unless it’s backed up with some kind of proof or evidence.  Fear mongering doesn’t accomplish anything, but put you into a stew.

If we focus too much on the events in the news today, we’d need treatment for depression.  This pandemic has created more than fear.  People have been held hostage in a way.  Conspiracy theories are on the rise.  We don’t know what to believe and we’re physically prisoners of what our leadership is telling us.  I try to avoid the news as much as possible.  It doesn’t allay any fears.  It simply stirs the pot.

Instead we need to focus on what we can learn from all this.  There are tons of lessons available when we experience trials of any kind.  It’s time to reclaim the sky.  I can say for a fact, the last time I looked outside, the sun was shining and all is well.  Life goes on and there will be more of the same tomorrow.  Putting our faith in what man tells us, isn’t the answer.  Trusting in the Creator of the universe is.  Instead of complaining about what is totally out of our control, it’s time to work on the things we can change.

Those things start with our attitude.  They’re nurtured through experience and what we take away from them.  Maybe this time of contemplation will stir a new way of living, once we’re freed from our current captivity.  Whatever comes of this, we can be sure of God’s promises.  He’ll help us muddle through and figure out what to do next.  The sky remains in His hands.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to THE SKY ISN’T FALLING

  1. Salvageable says:

    Very well said. J.

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