We took down our flag in the front yard and lowered and furled our flag in the back yard. We removed the signs for Trump, Kim, Chang. We are faceless like everyone else in our neighborhood. We don’t want to stand out, cause attention, be canceled. Or worse.
We have a supply of food, water, paper goods, gasoline, batteries, even a camping stove. The threat of angry mobs raging in the streets was at the tip of tongues, the bylines of editorialists, the tripe of talking heads. We didn’t buy ammunition, but we were concerned.
Today, God sent us a sign.
His will be done and all is well.