Poor Old Michael Finnegan.

I am beginning to feel like Poor Old Michael Finnegan. I have had to begin again more times than I care to count on this blog.

Well, no one has broken my fingers, but my personal discipline had gone out the window. And I am struggling to find a positive perspective to the world events.

There are people out there who quietly make a difference every single day. They are not rewarded with ticker tape parades, movie deals or even a headline above the fold. They just do what is good and right not only for themselves but for others who are struggling.

If you know the song about Michael Finnegan, his woes continue through several stanzas, but he never quite gives up.

I won't either.

Everyone feels led to do something different to prepare for a coming storm. Some of us put away food and blankets and others gather weapons and ammunition. We have all seen shows about the meticulous plans of men to survive any type of disaster.

In one fell swoop, a tornado or a hurricane can wipe out an entire town. Viruses can become weapons of mass destruction.

Physically, we can try to cover every contingency possible, but there is a missing element to our preparations.

Quite simply, we have forgotten the one thing that is crucial to our survival in the coming storm. And that is our own personal faith in God.

It is very difficult to come away from the noise of rumors and destruction. Some days, it nearly breaks us. But we do need to find a quiet time to listen to that Still Small Voice.

I haven't lost my faith in my fellow man, but I recognize that in our eagerness to find a Ricky Rescue Ranger who will clear away the debris of debt, corrupt governments or evil designs of men, we have opened ourselves up to deception and betrayal.

I will keep writing this one thing. We are all Children of God whether we want to be or not. He has given each of us agency to make our own decisions in life. But with that agency, comes the responsibility for our own actions.

He also gives us Direction, Correction and Blessings beyond measure. Don't take my word for it, study it out on your own.

One of the sweetest invitations that I have ever heard in my life is this: "Come unto Me and I will give you rest."

I want to have that comfort for myself and others more than anything else in my life. To feel peaceful again about the safety of my grandchildren and all the other children of the world.

Have a great week everyone.