Queen Ruby Mae

In case you’re considering moving to Wyoming after the mid term results I thought I’d help everyone think this through. * Hope you have lots of time to drive, because a trip to Costco can take your entire day. * Your Amazon Prime account won’t work the same here. In Wyoming, “Prime” just means you’ll eventually get it. * We have winter for eight months. No really, we do. * The wind will blow the snow right back into the driveway you just cleared. It’s a fun little hobby. * I-80 in the winter can turn a simple drive into a very long day of sitting in your car, waiting for the road to open and questioning your choices. * It’s not always easy to run out for one thing. Sometimes that one thing is an hour or more away, and lots of times after the drive you can’t find the one thing in that place either. * We don’t have every store, restaurant, or delivery service you’re used to. You’ll learn to plan ahead, or learn to do without. * Hiking? Sure. Just remember you might run into a bear. Nothing like enjoying the scenery while also keeping an eye out for something that could eat you. * And those deer and elk everybody thinks are so wonderful? They’re beautiful right up until one jumps in front of your car. Wyoming is cold, windy, inconvenient, and a long way from Costco. Hope this helps. 😂

Well, that’s it for me. I’m turning in my political card. I’ll be deleting all news channels, political and otherwise. Some will say, “Oh, look! You’re just a sore loser.” No. I’m just sad. My heart hurts. And I genuinely weep over what I believe is happening to my beloved country, that last great beacon of freedom. Yes, it’s just a midterm election. Losses were expected. But for me, this is about something much bigger than one election. I believe a necrotizing supervirus has been unleashed within the body politic, and, tragically, much of the nation’s flesh seems to crave the very thing that is destroying it. But here’s what I’ve come to realize: My constant monitoring of the disease will not cure it. My documenting the decay will not stop it. And my continual mourning over what is being lost will only rob me of the life I still have to live. So, instead of spending whatever years God grants me mourning what I fear may be freedom’s demise, I’ve decided to celebrate those years by making a difference where I still can. I still have talents. I still have abilities. I still have a calling. And there are still people whose lives I might be able to touch for good. Children and grandchildren will inherit a world I fear will be far different from the one I knew. That saddens me more than I can express. But perhaps they will be better equipped to confront its challenges, their hearts not yet burdened by memories of what has been lost. I’m not abandoning my convictions. I’m simply stepping away from the endless commentary, the outrage, the arguments, and the exhausting cycle of watching events unfold that I have little power to change. There are still stories to tell. Children to encourage. Families to strengthen. Hurting people to comfort. Truths to teach. And, most importantly, souls to reach with the gospel of Jesus Christ. The soul of a nation may be lost, but the souls of men, women, boys, and girls are not. And God only knows… One of them might become the antivirus. God bless America.

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Wow bucket list moment. Mount Rushmore! 🇺🇸

I will eat bacon sandwiches and drink a beer while wearing my Crusader t-shirt. Sitting out front of your mosque with my three dogs.