I cannot seem to get this image out of my mind. Since I awoke on Wednesday morning, I have felt such heaviness. Such burden. I akin it to the morning after 9/11, because of the state of our nation. The pain people feel. The hatred being exchanged. The words and imagery being encapsulated. All of it hurts. And then I close my eyes and I cannot help but picture a saddened Lord. Weeping. Lamenting for each and every soul lashing (or crying) out from both sides, all sides, in all places – in a multitude of ways.
I sense His sadness for those holding on so dearly and so tightly to the very things keeping them from Him, because their wounds turned them to places seemingly providing refuge. I sense His sorrow as He witnesses those who call Him their Lord, but launch stones via words, and images, and hateful remarks. I sense His heart breaking, as free will creates chaos, disarray, anarchy, and fear – rather than peace, compassion, understanding, empathy and love.
I recently heard something from Steven Furtick with Elevation Church, “I know, but I’m not nervous”. This has been my sentiment, along with the heaviness I’ve felt. My husband and I kept discussing who would become our President-elect. He believed it would be Clinton, based on the numbers. I believed it would be Trump, based on what I knew to be God preparing me through prayer. Neither of us wanted to vote for one or the other, yet we did our civic duty anyway. Before getting any knickers in a knot, I didn’t vote for either. My prayer time leading up to E-day did not lead me to. But I did know Trump would be elected. In fact, I woke up at 2:50am, right before Mr. Trump walked onto the stage to deliver his speech, and thought to myself, “wow”. My husband? He was just as shocked as many in the nation.
When I informed our daughters, one was surprised, the other was not. Their days went on just like normal, their hearts unscathed, no dreams shattered. We committed to continuing to pray for our leadership, and more importantly pray for the leadership of the Lord through His Holy Spirit in each of our own lives. After all, His Light, Life and Love through us – is the only way this nation will experience peace, compassion, understanding, empathy and love; provided we continue to free-willingly seek Him every day we’re blessed to be here.
As I write those words, I see the Lord weeping again. Not for sorrow but for gladness. He knows He does have a people willing and able to rely on His grace and mercy every day, trusting He is leading by the law of His Spirit, truly being His hands and feet in the world. And I imagine it makes His heart happy. I pray this assembly grows. I pray those He’s entrusted to tend to His people, remain faithful, and in some cases, return to Him in order to lead as He intended. I pray those wandering, hurt, broken, starving and thirsty, are found, nurtured and cared for. I pray His glory is seen and experienced on the earth in ways that may surprise us all. I pray NOT ONE should perish, and all would find their place, rest and hope in Him. Because that is what He desires. I pray those who love Him, see and love others, as He needs us to.
Be well and THANK YOU VETERANS for serving and protecting each and every one of us. God Bless.
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