Rapture Rescheduled (Yet Again)

Meanwhile, the earth keeps offering us miracles 🤷🏼‍♀️

Well, it’s that time again. The rapture is apparently scheduled for today...? Tomorrow? Friday at 3 p.m.?

Don’t worry—if it doesn’t happen, there will be a recalculation. There always is. Like clockwork.

And here’s the part that breaks my heart (and honestly makes me angry): people are giving away their belongings, abandoning their pets, and making lists of who’s “worthy” enough to be left behind to care for what they no longer want responsibility for. The what and the who they believe aren’t good enough to go. Dogs, cats, living beings—treated like leftovers from a doomsday garage sale.

Meanwhile, the very world they’re so eager to leave keeps showing up with miracles. The moon glows. The stars scatter light. Trees bend in the wind. Animals love with more loyalty and grace than most humans I’ve met. How much more “godly” can it get than that?

So yes—if you’re determined to go, then by all means, off you pop. I truly hope you find whatever promised paradise you’re chasing. But for those of us still here, the work is clear: love this earth, love its creatures, love each other.

Because no one’s being raptured into the sky. But some of us are finally remembering who we are, what this is about, and choosing where to stand.

❤️

Image Description:

An illustration of Rabbit leaning against Bear as they sit together on a hill, gazing up at a bright full moon in a starry night sky. Tall pine trees frame the scene, silhouetted against the deep blue. The text reads: “No one’s being raptured into the sky,” said Bear. “But… some of us are remembering who we are, what all of this is about — and choosing where to stand.”