And then, who is John Galt?
(Read the book, I tell you. READ it.)
Anyway, that's not where I was going with this. I needed to step back and get the perspective that matters: what is my place in all this? Not to fix it, because getting even a hundred of you to read Atlas Shrugged and posting all the absurdities of this new administration every day is not going to change things. It might help you to recognize the signs of a great Republic on the way out, but it will not avert the plunge.
The only thing that can make a difference in my world is for me to do the very best I can at the job God gave me: being a WholeHearted mother and grandmother and encouraging others to do and be the best they can as well. So I return from the WholeHearted Mother Conference with a new determination to make the most of the remaining years I have with the kids still at home, and to work even harder to help moms see the importance of what they're doing in their homes every day. While I'm more pessimistic than I have ever been at the direction of our country (and I don't mean economically), I am optimistic when I sit in a hall with 650 other mothers and grandmothers who have been called to raise men and women of character, people who will glorify God and declare His principles to a country who has turned a blind eye.
Today, I'm taking a deep breath and diving back in.