It’s the world’s normal cycle - repent and obey God, receive the blessing, take the blessings for granted, mock God (via perversions of all sorts, but mainly by setting yourself up as your own god), and then reap the whirlwind... then the whole thing begins again. Eventually, though, it’ll be the last time.
Over the decades, we have been storing up natural and logical consequences of blood-hurricane proportions. I feel like I can face it, God strengthening me, and "though He slay me, yet will I trust Him" ---but I feel sorry for my children and future grandchilden.