This is not a place where I usually share political views. But I started it as a place for me to share my heart. Thus today’s post.

There was no result of the presidential election this morning that would have caused me to wake up celebrating. The man who will be leading our country makes me sick. (Before you comment, I’m just going to say that I don’t at all want to get into Trump vs. Hillary and which choice was the lesser of two evils. I don’t see any point in debating that anymore.)

Only time will tell what the full impact of yesterday’s choice will be. But today. Today I rock my baby, and I sip my coffee. My windows are open and a perfectly chilly breeze fills my home. Chili is in my slow cooker, wafting its delicious aroma into the room.

Today, like every day, I hug my children and I love them, and I try to teach them to love others and to let their little light shine, because the darker the world feels, the more desperately we need to be the light.

It’s a rare quiet moment here, and I find myself praying. I pray today that God will be near to the brokenhearted as He has promised, because I know that today many of my brothers ans sisters are brokenhearted, hurting, and anxious. The grey clouds in my little corner of the world today feel appropriate. And yet…I’m reminded of one of my favorite Christmas songs.

“O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel”
~ O Come O Come Emmanuel

Please don’t take this as me being trite and saying we should just sing and dance and cheer…I mourn for where our country is right now. I find myself weary, and I think the world is weary, but I am not without hope. Emmanuel is still with us.

I know I’m only reiterating what many have already said, but today we, the huddles masses, need to huddle together. Let’s be the kind of people who sit with the sad and the hurting, and listen. And let us, myself included, look for opportunities to reach out. Let’s invite our neighbor to Friday night spaghetti and meatballs, or bake a meal for a single mom, or whatever we can do to show up in the world and be love…even if our neighbor has different religious or political views.

And with that, my coffee cup is empty and the quiet moment is over, and I’m signing off. 🙂


Hope for the Weary

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