I went to a city council meeting last night to protest a conditionary use permit being issued to a builder of an arena across the road from Corgi Hollows.
My attempt to sway the opinion failed. The permit passed. There will be a massive arena built across from Corgi Hollows.
I had sixty years of tranquil views. That will change.
The rumor is that it is for a rodeo facility. The council saw the plans for a “private use” arena that is huge. It’s on 35 acres, so the council approved it.
The guy on the council smiled to the builder—after the vote—-and said, “You can get out your checkbook…”
And my heart died.
My father-in-law recommended a book to me several years ago, “Little Pink House.”
It was the story of a woman up against a big company. She won the dispute, but it took up her life and energy, all for her little pink house.
I don’t have that kind of energy. I’m just grieving my losses.
Again, grieving.
Yes, it’s just a view, it’s just wetland pollution, it’s just change. Two scummy holding ponds and a manure pit are planned in the architectural plans, all set to drain into the wetlands belonging to Corgi Hollows—-the places where the sandhill cranes nest, and countless migratory birds rest.
I grieve. I may be selfishly wanting my environment to remain the same, but that’s that. I grieve. I love Corgi Hollows.
To look out at a massive arena instead of grain fields is just hard for me.
*crying*
What is most sad is that the structure isn’t even in the code—-it had to be granted special permission. And it was.
So goes the neighborhood.
Grieve with me today, friends. I know we are supposed to live our lives quietly. (Micah) The book of Micah also reminds us that GOD DOES NOT CHANGE. (Micah 3:6)
So even if we suffer stuff here; changes, attacks, slander, abuse, dysfunctional family relationships—-GOD STILL PROMISES HE WON’T CHANGE.
Are you waiting for the RAPTURE OF THE CHURCH?
I am.
MARANATHA!
Come Lord Jesus! I cannot wait!