I haven’t watched the news since April 14, 2017. I checked my Hulu account to be sure of the date. That’s nearly a month of no news.
I read the headlines on my iPad here and there.
I see the tweets and the Facebook posts of the headlines as well.
Once in a while, I will click to read a full story.
Overall, however, I have turned into a very uniformed citizen. And I like it.
I didn’t stop watching the news because I had some profound moment where I decided I didn’t care. What prompted my decision to stop watching was my daughter. She came up to me one morning and said, “Mommy, I’m having bad dreams.”
I asked her what kind of dreams.
“There are fires and people are getting hurt. There are guns and a lot of people are dying.”
I thought about it for a minute, and then I asked her, “Honey, are you scared of what you hear when Mommy watches the news?”
“It’s ok, you can tell me.”
“Well,” she said, “I didn’t want to say anything because I know you like watching the news.”
“It’s ok, tell me.”
And that is when she got as honest as a kid can get, “Mommy, I’m really scared when I hear about people with bombs and guns hurting people. I’m scared when they show things blowing up. I think I dream about it.”
I gave her a hug and said, “Then I just won’t put it on anymore.”
And I haven’t put it on since.
We’ve had a few discussions about current events here and there, but the news no longer plays in our house.
At first, I felt like I was missing a lot. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with our very quickly changing world. But then I saw things flying by on social media and I read news headlines and breaking news alerts on my apps, and I realized that the only thing I was missing was stress.
Because it scares me, too.
This world scares me. The craziness that is evolving scares me. I don’t know who or what to believe in the media anymore because all sources seem to have an agenda.
I’ve been burying myself in my Bible and in books written by people like John Hagee, Lisa Bevere, and Steven Furtick. It helps me keep my soul calm. It helps me remember Who is ultimately in control of all this nonsense.
Yes, I’m uninformed. You don’t have to say it, I will say it for you.
Reading headlines isn’t enough to know what is really happening. But at least my daughter’s nightmares have stopped, and at least I don’t feel constantly worried about what is going to happen next.