Where do we go? Several years ago I thought I had a “word” from the Lord. You know what I mean, a thought that comes to you and seemed to be planted by God. I’ve never really had that happen any other time, at least consciously, that I can remember. Anyways, He wanted me to go to Israel. I didn’t obey Him because I would have been alone in another country with no money to bring and no prospects at job, housing plus I had a teenaged child. Part of me wishes I had faith that He would take care of me and just jump in but I’ve always been one afraid to take risks.
We don't go anywhere. The Red Counties are all ours. The libtards are on the coasts, and those who aren't will be required to move there.
This is my country, not theirs. They leave. I stay.